Katie Kush: Treacherous Bondage, Torment, & Non Stop Orgasms!

Katie Kush bends like she’s double-jointed. The Pope shoves her against the wall, arms high, one leg yanked up and locked so her cunt hangs open and ready. Instead of touching it, he lifts the crop and brings it down on her bare sole—quick, mean slaps that sting straight up her leg. She jerks, whimpers, then breaks and begs him to stop. He’s barely started. He gives her a couple fast orgasms, just enough to fog her head, then switches back to pain before letting her come again. She can’t keep up; every time she starts to think it’s pleasure, it flips back to hurt. Next he folds her into a steel rig that pins her on all fours, hips strapped wide. Her ass is the target. Paddles, floggers, and bare palms land in steady rhythm until the skin glows red. Once it’s hot, he buries his fingers in her cunt and drags orgasm after orgasm out of her. Final scene: metal cuffs ratchet her limbs open on the floor, limbs spread so wide the tendons stand out. He drags the flogger across her skin, then tips a candle and paints her with molten drops, letting the wax crawl over every inch. When she’s slick and speckled white, he drops between her legs and forces still more climaxes out of her. She swears she can’t take it, but her pussy keeps pulling him back in.