The Escort: Victoria Voxxx and Derrick Pierce

Derrick Pierce gets the job. Recover a laptop Victoria Voxxx took by mistake. She ends up lashed to a dungeon table before she knows what's happening, asked questions she can't answer. He doesn't care. He works her over anyway. Heavy tits slapped, nipples crushed, skin spanked raw, floggers laid across her until she howls loud enough to rattle the walls. Her thighs burn red under his hand. She fights it, screams through every blow. Then he finds how soaked she is. Fingers sink in, confirm what her body won't admit. He shoves his cock between her lips and she takes it, throat open, letting him fuck her face while she stays bound. Next she's balanced on one foot, the other leg yanked high behind her, arms cinched to the ceiling. Fresh stripes bloom across her ass under the flogger. He fucks her hard right there, driving deep until spit trails down her chin. She moans for the Hitachi pressed tight, begs to come. Last she lies on her back, legs spread wide. Clothespins bite into her breasts in a straight line. He yanks them free while he pounds her, pain and heat twisting together until her eyes glaze. She comes when he says, comes again, and he finishes across her while she's still shaking.