With fragile face and miniature figure, Lystra reminds you of a little bird, her clear eyes grabbing you at the most outstanding moments. PD ties her position silver spiked heels as he begins her training to pain. Rope around neck and her elbows. Bound into a canvas sack. Cane. Whip. Bright red Mr. Pogo fucks her until she comes, leaving a path of moist across the ground. Lystra comes again, spewing liquid that is clear. It runs at a stream like shame – .
