Vanessa Sky: Bondage Slut Begs For More

Vanessa craves everything The Pope dishes out. She wants the ropes, the pain, the forced orgasms. Today she gets all three. She starts upright, arms locked behind her in a box tie, wrists yanked toward the ceiling. The Pope circles, grabbing flesh, slapping, pinching. He spreads her legs and lashes them wide with fresh rope, leaving her cunt open to his touch. Bit by bit he strips away her balance until she hangs free, spinning slowly in the air. Next she’s upside-down, ankles and wrists lashed tight, spine arched. He clamps her nipples with wooden pins, then snaps a leather crop across her tits until her scream cracks the quiet. A thick dildo on a stick drives into her open mouth and dripping cunt; a vibrator pressed hard to her clit pushes her over the edge, body bucking in mid-air. Last scene finds her flat on a table. He lays fresh welts across her thighs and belly, then buries the Hitachi against her swollen clit, yanking orgasm after orgasm from her helpless pussy until she shakes like she’s breaking.