Nicole Aria: Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

Nicole steps onto the set smiling, though that grin falters now and then. She’s still hungry to serve. The Pope straps her upright against a back-breaker, wrists and ankles locked in tight cuffs and chained to the wall. He strips the skimpy bikini away, exposing her tits, bare cunt, and ass. A leather crop bites into her nipples until they stiffen, then clamps bite down hard. He maps her body inch by inch, hunting the spots that rip moans, groans, and raw screams out of her. When the first wave of orgasms leaves her shaking, he shifts her face-down on a table, hips lifted by a wedge so her ass stays up and spread. Steel shackles pin her wrists and ankles; the cane lands sharp on the tender soles of her feet until the room rings with her cries. He stripes her ass and thighs red with crop and cane, then sinks his cock into her pussy and fucks more climaxes out of her. Once she’s caught her breath, he flips her onto her back and locks her hands and feet into a rigid rig. Bastinado follows—crop and knitting needle striking exact spots of agony. Between the vibe and the crop, her final orgasms tear through her while the pain keeps coming.