Lydia Black Tormented In ruthless Restriction

Lydia Black gets off on pain—real pain—and The Pope knows exactly how far to push. She starts flat on her back, legs straight up, feet exposed like an offering. One rack locks a fat dildo deep in her mouth. Another pins the wand tight against her cunt. She shakes hard, fighting the orgasm that’s already building. It rips through her anyway. Then another. And another. She can’t stop them. Next she’s wrapped in chains, body cinched to a wooden post. Every link bites cold against her skin. She flinches when she hears the zapper spark. The blindfold drops. Then the cattle prod lands—short, brutal jolts that make her jerk in the restraints. Last position: piledriver. Ass up, cunt wide. The heavy flogger comes down hard across her swollen pussy, leather cracking again and again. When she’s raw and shaking, he shoves a thick dildo straight in and fucks her without mercy, driving every drop of come out of her until she’s spent and dripping.