Fresh Meat: Olivia Jay

Olivia’s neck sits locked in cold steel at the top of the frame. Her wrists are pinned wide by the spreader bar, and she waits for whatever comes next. The Pope moves in slow, checking what’s his for the day. The first fall of the flogger lands across her tits; she pushes into it, chasing the sting like it might prove something. He catches the shift and rewards her hunger. Two fingers slide deep, a wand hums against her clit, and the first orgasms rip through her while the metal keeps her open. Then he drops her to her back, one leg straight up, the other wrenched aside. Steel traps bite her wrists above her head. Clamps bite her nipples and the soft lips of her cunt. Crop, flogger, clamps again—he works the pain until she’s shaking. When he shoves his cock between her lips she takes it greedy, and when he sinks it into her pussy she comes hard around every inch. Last position: on all fours, limbs cuffed tight to the box beneath her. The flogger licks across her ass, then the wand returns and stays there. The orgasms stack until she’s dripping down her own thighs, squirt spilling in hot pulses every time he forces another one out of her.