Nicole Aria is Back For More

Nicole Aria came through early on, green as hell. Now she's sharpened up, knows her edges, and isn't shy about telling The Pope what she craves. He listens, then turns every request into a hard reality. She starts on the wooden horse, ass out, back arched, already dripping. He paints her skin red with flogger and crop, then clamps her nipples and tugs hard enough to drag a whimper. Once she's panting, he shoves a thick dildo straight into that soaked cunt and fucks her straight through one orgasm after another. Next the ropes go tight. She ends up in a brutal suspension, arms wrenched behind her in strappado, every joint screaming. Blindfold on. The crop lands without warning, first across her tits, then between her legs, the sting twice as loud with her eyes covered. He keeps the rhythm cruel until her body gives in and she comes again, buying herself more time in the air. Last position: flat on her back, legs spread wide, ankles locked, wrists stretched overhead. The flogger swings like a hammer. Every brutal thud knocks the air from her lungs, but her pussy only gets wetter. The Pope reads the slick mess between her thighs like a dare. He hits harder, she leaks more, and the sick little game keeps going until she's thrashing, coming so hard she forgets how to breathe.