Fresh Meat: Penelope Kay

Penelope Kay steps into a new world and The Pope sizes her up. He boxes her hands behind her back, then shoves the ball gag deep before the first lashes land across her skin. The flogger snaps again and again, and every time her body twitches he keeps going. When he pauses she leans forward like she’s asking for more, so he hoists one leg high, spreads her open, and presses the vibe hard against her clit until she squirts across the floor. Next she’s on her back on a wooden box. The Pope steps on her chest with his boots, stealing her air, then yanks her hips straight up so only her shoulders and head touch the wood. The vibe never leaves her; it stays locked on her clit, pulling one orgasm after another while she hangs helpless in the air. Last, she lies face-down, legs split wide. The crop bites her pussy, her ass, her bare soles—sharp, measured strikes that make her yelp. She isn’t a pain freak, just a girl who wants to prove she can take it. When he’s satisfied he presses the vibe back in place and wrings out one final wave of orgasms from her dripping cunt.