Tamed on Camera, No Safe Word HD

Description: Angie spends the evening with a man she hasn't known for a long time. the date was supposed to be simple - maybe a little intense, maybe ending in passion, but still under control. he's charming, intriguing, with that twinkle in his eye that promises something more than just conversation. the apartment is dimly lit. he offers her a cigarette - with a hint of something she can't quite identify. "just to relax," his gesture suggests. angie, curious and slightly nervous, gives in. the first inhale tastes sweet, light. warmth flows through her body like a slow wave - soothing, disarming. time begins to blur. everything becomes softer, funnier, more distant. reality loses focus. he starts moving her body - moving her into different poses, making her bend, flex, imitate sexual positions. angie laughs, not knowing why. her face takes on funny expressions, jrj's eyes go cross, her tongue sticks out very far, she also makes a pig's snout. her body listens without thinking. she feels weightless, detached, as if she were just a sensation, reacting to his hands. he watches. directs. pushes. acts. films. she wants everything at once - vulgarity, humor, submission. and then angie lies on the bed, her head pounding. an empty feeling creeps in, dissolving the last drops of euphoria. she rises uncertainly, breathing heavily. fragments of memory pierce her mind like blades: her body twisted in absurd poses, his pleased face, her own laughter - now alien, disturbing. the anger grows. the awakening is sharp, implacable. intimacy disintegrates into profanation. angie's eyes grow cold. without a word, she shows him the door. she throws him out. the door slams shut with a bang.