Kate Kennedy: Three Times a Charm

Kate Kennedy sits alone with nothing but her hands and a hunger that won't quit. The Pope's voice cuts through the quiet, telling her exactly how to pay for what she needs. She starts between her legs, fingers circling, pressing, working herself open. Clamps bite down on her nipples next, sharp and sudden, dragging a low sound out of her. Then the smacks land—first on her ass, loud and stinging, then harder across her cunt, one after another, no pause. She keeps going, eyes glassy, breath catching every time the punishment lands. Nothing comes easy. Each orgasm has to be earned, beaten out of her, one vicious slap at a time.