Completely dehumanized, head contained in a locked wooden bondage box, hands restrained in leather mitts in which are chained to the wooden furniture entrapping her body; Akira Shell is mine for the taking. A pretty little fuck toy, I can't wait to break in two. Unlocking the box containing her head, I lock eyes with her, a wicked gleam spreading across my lips as I take a gloved hand to her clit and begin circling the pink flesh. Hesitant moans escape her lips, as if she's in fear of what will happen next, the clanking of her chains heard as she stirs in her heavy bondage. This is just the...

Completely dehumanized, head contained in a locked wooden bondage box, hands restrained in leather mitts in which are chained to the wooden furniture entrapping her body; Akira Shell is mine for the taking. A pretty little fuck toy, I can't wait to break in two. Unlocking the box containing her head, I lock eyes with her, a wicked gleam spreading across my lips as I take a gloved hand to her clit and begin circling the pink flesh. Hesitant moans escape her lips, as if she's in fear of what will happen next, the clanking of her chains heard as she stirs in her heavy bondage. This is just the beginning. The magic wand I bring forth a simple means to warm her up, making her wet, playing a game of tease and denial with her as I make her beg for the vibration on her flesh. I nearly lock her head back up from the shear site of her hopeless desperation, seeking so much personal arousal in making her crave my rough touch. I extract an orgasm from her simply to spread her open mentally, and physically for what happens next...