Gia DiMarco: Queen Bee Submits to The Pope

Gia runs hot. These days she stays in charge, never on her knees. But The Pope pulled strings, and she said yes. One night only. She keeps the ball gag between her teeth, lets the wood bite into her tongue when the sting starts. Clothes pins line her skin, small bright teeth of pain. The Pope fucks her hard, thick cock stretching every inch. She takes it, then grabs the flogger herself, cracks it across her own thighs while she comes, shaking, soaking the floor. Her squirt hits the boards, loud, messy. She rides every wave until she drops. No one else gets this from her. Not ever.