3336 Sandra Silvers & Zonah Bellum
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September 28, 2024
Spurned Strumpet Strives to Sink Sandra, in a Splashing, Water Bondage Peril Predicament!
Zonah's nimble fingers danced among lush foliage, her eyes flickering from one sprouting bud to the next. The early morning air was cool and damp with dew, a gentle kiss that invigorated the earth and its inhabitants. Her sturdy boots sank into the fertile soil as she tended to the rows of vegetables and flowers that sprawled across the vast estate. The soft murmur of nearby water provided a serene backdrop to the rhythmic task at hand.
Her thoughts, however, weren't on the blooming beauty around her. They were on him: Mr. Silvers, the landowner whose stern yet kind demeanour had captured her heart. She had watched him from afar for months, his tall figure casting a shadow over the garden as he surveyed his land with a steely gaze. Yesterday, she had gathered her courage and resolved to make her intentions known. He however, had firmly reminded her of his solid and ever loving marriage…poor Zonah… her lustful youth felt crumpled.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Mr. Castellanos emerged onto the patio, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in his hands. His dark hair was slightly ruffled from sleep, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms. Zonah felt a jolt of nerves and excitement. This was her moment. She took a deep breath, wiped her dirt-stained palms on her apron, and approached the master garden bathroom with a determined smile. Time to meet with the wife who stood in her way…
We join Zonah and the woman-of-the-estate Sandra Silvers, in a bright, pink tiled garden tub corner of the 1980s house. The walled shrubbery surrounds a jacuzzi tub, built for two to lounge in. This morning, Ms. Silvers has no relaxation in the water, as she’s been tied up, tossed on her front, and we catch up with the pair as a bare breasted, stripped down to pantyhose, Zonah turns the tap to unleash running terror in splashes and rivulets around her MILF mistress’ body! Sandra had been getting dressed for the day, only her red lacy lingerie and pantyhose had been donned, when the muscular maid of the earth Zonah Bellum crept behind her unawares. Flimsy bra, panties, and tights do nothing to protect Sandra from the rising torrent of water, especially when the petite but persistent Miss Bellum pushes Sandra’s face under the ripples, a cleave gag soaking up more liquid than Sandra can manage in her mouth! What will happen to the lady in peril?