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Into The Attic - Marina Drowns Elise In A Tank Full Of Fish

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Next scene we find elise, naked, in a strappado, balancing on small blocks of wood as she attempts to not fall into the fish tank set before her. All she has to do is keep her face in the water and she can have an orgasm. Simple. So it doesn't take us long to learn, from elise's on own accord, what she likes in order to achieve that orgasm. Marina tells her, in no uncertain terms, that if she can keep her face underwater then she'll keep the hitachi running. But the moment she pulls her face out of the water the hitachi gets turned off. And so it goes...Elise holding her face there, underwater, for as long as she can. A sort of self-bondage, do what you can to please yourself type of . And she tries hard. Blowing bubbles, sucking air, and all around trying to maintain her rather difficult position of balancing on two blocks of wood while getting herself off at the same time. It is obvious marina takes special delight in torturing elise. In making her suffer. She is relentless in her demands of keeping elise just short of the breath she needs for survival. All you have to do is keep your head in the water, let marina finger you while you have a 2" ring gag in your face hole --oh, and marina looks like she's really enjoying herself...Did I just hear her ask for permission to cum under water?

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