Charlotte Sins: All She Wants

Charlotte Sins gets strapped to the wall, legs spread, arms pinned, nothing to do but take it. The Pope works her over with the crop first—sharp bites across her tits, the metal of her piercings catching the light each time the leather cracks down. He keeps the pressure on her cunt, then pushes two fingers inside, vibrator buzzing hard against her clit until she shakes through the first orgasm. Another follows right behind it. She doesn’t get a break. Next they flip her into a tight rig of pipe, half-upside-down, spread wide for his reach. He brings the crop down on her bare soles until they’re burning, then switches to the flogger, stripes rising hot on her ass while he keeps her pussy slick and open. When she’s panting, he slides a thick dildo into her throat, pulls it free, and drives it straight into her cunt. She comes again, loud and messy. Last position: bent over a wedge on the table, everything exposed. Gloved fingers open her up, the flogger paints fresh marks, and the dick-on-a-stick pounds deep until she’s dripping sweat, voice hoarse from one more orgasm she can’t hold back. She’s wrecked and grateful, body slack against the wood.