Kitty in: Overpowered Captive WorkOut Girls Socks Put To Malign Misuse Against Her Angry, Wriggling Ass (Part 7)

Busty redheaded Special Agent Kitty King soon to be gagged with her own workout socks is an undercover scorcher investigating a series of wallet thefts at the Manthrax WigWam Gym a kind of converted house into work out arena, if you will. Having been ushered inside by appointment only, naturally the stunning fitness girl is left bemused. It certainly isn t much of a gym. But she has to play along, and so after verbally fencing with the sinister Mr Panda, owner and, it is alleged, proprietor, she is left to churn out some lifts and squats, and in so doing shows us her perfect and we mean THAT ass a lot. But the dude has only pretended to pop out for supplies he is ON to her, literally in a moment and before Agent King can even get started, she finds herself jumped, trussed up like a ham hock that s a new one for us and left squirming, with a fierce cleave gag making her eyes water at the sheer tautness of it all. Her tits are yanked out of her sports bra and roughed up as she wriggles defiantly, her sneakers and socks are then removed with all of the usual attention to barefoot detail. The socks become important quickly. Straight under her prone nose they go. She winces and tries to escape them, but he has left them right under her as he yanks down her g-string and fondles and spanks her hot, pumping nude arse. Locked in to struggle, rather well nabbed, the sexily gag talking stunner wriggles around, arching her back, giving us a true eyeful of her perfect big bouncing boobs, and after some saucy naked struggling, she makes it up toward the door. Here she pauses, showing us her you guessed it perfect feet, in all of their toe splaying, heel arcing splendour. After a while of this, replete with some most sensual moans and groans from the feisty captive, she is savagely sock gagged to keep her quiet. Both sweaty workout socks are in and more thick cloth is bound decisively around her mouth and head. Lashed up into a painful hogtie, the choking and sock spluttering babe writhes and twists. That gag is severe. Just look at her bulling, infuriated eyes as she body pops away, grinding those hips, shaking that ass. Things orally deteriorate for her later on when the fiend comes in again. He s concerned that there are others who will be calling. His game is up, and he has to flee. Before he does that tough, this wriggling meddler is required to stay extra damned silent. Gagged with yet another thick, cruelly knotted cloth wedge, the blubbing, utterly unable to make much above a muffled mmmppphhhing, babe is tit squeezed and assailed some more before the shadowy fucker finally flees. As Ms King twists and surges on the floor, furious and humiliated, there is more neatness to come