Fresh Meat: Lumi Ray

Steel cuffs bite different than rope. Lumi Ray finds out fast. She’s on her knees, arms wrenched up behind her in a strappado, back already bowing. The Pope works her over methodically—slaps, clamps, whatever reads on her skin—testing how much she can eat. She’s new, but the girl’s got a loaded pussy. One vibe and she floods the floor, a thick, hot spray that keeps coming. Next he rigs her over a steel rig, leather straps cinched tight, ass up, face down. Cane stripes cut across her thighs, then a thick cock splits her open and she starts squirting in relentless pulses, soaking everything beneath her. Final round: spread wide on her back, nothing left to hide. The Pope stays on her clit like a man with one job—wring her dry. She shakes, she sprays, she breaks, until the well runs empty and she’s just a spent, glistening mess.