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Bound innocence: a sordid tale of bdsm, age, and unrequited pain in the shadows

In the dimly lit cellar, an AI generated image depicted a 69-year-old woman with a bob cut, her wrinkled skin and sagging breasts telling a tale of innocence marred by cruelty. Her eyes were swollen from crying, tears streaming down her face, leaving trails on her bruised skin. A black-rope bondage outfit adorned her body, restraints binding her to the couch. Above her, an old man, his face obscured in shadow, drove himself into her, destroying her pussy with each brutal thrust. The room filled with the muffled sounds of their passion and her anguished cries, punctuated by the occasional crackle of the scotch on the rocks nearby.