Due to the gonadal excruciation I’ve just put him through Drew’s erection has lost some of its adamant rigidity. It no longer strains fiercely out from his body but lies slumped against his abdomen. Yet thanks to the strangulating rope it is still swollen and purple-red in its ten-plus inches of blood-engorged tumescence. Pausing only to release the belt about his belly and turn that crank some more – further raising his battered ass, drawing his ankles down to the level of his ears and rolling his bound body up – I turn my attention to the p***s taking the place of the hideously abnormal one I’d really like to savage.
Using one of those reins I stretch that big prick up and out and slap it sharply about until it regains its madly throbbing urgency. And of course, despite the horribly abr
