When this flick opens, Arianna, entirely subordinated, is on her mitts and knees crawling to a canine cup. Her udders, partly glazed with ebony duct gauze, suspend enticingly, and Arianna guzzles from a bottle of milk, letting it dribble down her chin and over udders ahead of dunking her naturals within the cup.
“Satisfy, tormentor, fanny I gulp some milk?” anklebiter pleads. “Haunches I caress myself, tormentor?” And “Tormentor, fanny I have fun with the faux-cock? Haunches I love blowing your man meat, tormentor?”
This flick will not be for everyone. However when you love to take an occasional stroll at the darkish side–and who nicer to take that stroll with than Arianna–then that is undoubtedly for you.