The Hall of Boners is a ubiquitous venue that is more or less randomly placed throughout the New Las Vegas for when that moment hits when a woman just needs to be systematically but humanely ravaged by a line of naked male brutes who watch their calories, exercise regularly, and remove all their body hairs. The restraints shown not only elevate the twattal entrance to a level comfortable for all participants, they also provide that essential calming of conscience should the ravaged gal at some point wonder "Is this right?" Stop beating yourself up with that question, Ma'am, you had no choice, you could not prevent it, your wrists were manacled. You were a victim. Stop blaming yourself. And clean your pussy, it's full of jizz.
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