Jazlyn Ray Dominated in merciless Bondage

Jazlyn Ray is brand new to this, but she doesn't hesitate. The Pope straps her down on her back, legs spread wide across the bed. He looks her over, then starts swinging. Flogger and cat-o-nine tails bite into her skin until it's flushed and burning. She twists, but he won't let up. He drags an orgasm out of her, ties a brutal crotch rope that digs in deep, then pulls another one from her shaking body. Next she's half-hanging—one leg yanked high, the other bent and pinned, arms wrenched behind her in a strappado. He toys with her, then lifts her completely off the floor. She screams as more orgasms tear through her. Last scene, Jazlyn's flat on her back again, wrists pinned above her head, legs spread. The Pope zeroes in on her bare feet with a crop, each strike sharp and mean. When he tires of that, he moves on, clamps clothespins across her tits, then shoves a thick dildo inside her. Her orgasms come fast, but he wants more. Fingers and the vibe push her over the edge again, harder than before, until she's spent and dripping.