Elite Fur Agent Captured, Blindfolded, Jaw Spread Open With Huge Ring Gag, Ball Gagged ,Hogtied & Bench Bound Breakout (4K)

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A single bulb swung from the cracked ceiling of the abandoned work shed.Latina sat struggling on the bench in her fur coat with brown rope tied around wrists wrenched behind her back, her ankles and knees pinned together. A steel ring gag stretched her mouth wide, her full lips parted around the cool metal, a thin rivulet of saliva already tracing the curve of her chin.

Her dark eyes burned with contempt and rising panic. She flexed against the restraints, testing for hidden slack, but the man who had tied her knew knots. The shed smelled of motor oil and sawdust; the odor clawed at the back of her throat each time she inhaled through her mouth.

The man Standing before her wanted to know where the documents are hidden. Latina answered with her eyes first black flames of refusal.

He pinched the clasp at the corner of her mouth, unbuckled the strap, and drew the ring free. Her lips snapped closed; she swallowed, tasting iron and her own sour breath. She worked saliva around her tongue, determined not to plead.

The man pulled a huge blue ball gag from his back pocket, still flecked with sawdust from the warehouse floor. Without ceremony he pressed the rubber sphere between her teeth.The strap cinched tight at the nape of her neck, pulling her cheeks into a faint bulge. Her grunt emerged muffled, defeated only in sound.
He added more rope, binding her wrist to her ankle cinch, drawing her body into a strict arch hogtie.

Latina's pulse drummed at her temples. She tried to rock side-to-side, but the hogtie provided no leverage; any shift either strained her arms or crushed her ankles against her buttocks. The gag filled her mouth like a sour apple, jaw already stiffening.

She gave a muffled protest behind the ball gag struggling. The man unbuckled the gag and yanking the spit-slick ball free. It released with a wet pop. She gasped, working her jaw, tasting rubber.

Quickly, he gathered panties, his knuckles brushing her lip. She clamped her mouth, shaking her head as hi stuffed them in.e followed with the strip of cloth, winding it between her teeth and circling her head twice before knotting it, cleave-gagging her with surgical neatness. Its pressure pushed the panties fabric farther back, muting her tongue.

Then, with brisk efficiency, he added fresh rope securing her to the bench and leaving once more.

Through the waist tether she discovered slight leverage; the rope angled sideways when she twisted her hips. She rocked, pull, relaxed, rocked again. At first only a dull creak answered. On the sixth repetition she felt a single strand at the rear knot loosen a millimeter. She altered her focus, scrabbling her bound feet left and right. At last a knot gave way, enough for her to wrench one elbow upward. The motion skinned her wrist yet granted precious space. She wriggled, one shoulder screaming, until her arm popped free of the main coil.

Latina paused, gasping through the nose, tasting the cotton gag anew. She sat upright on the bench as far as the tether allowed. She struggled hard to escape before the man returned.