Ashley Lane: Rope Slut is savagely Tormented and Made to Cum

Ashley Lane and The Pope go hard every time. She needs that edge, and he gives it without mercy. Rope binds her tight, her hands stretched high. Her dress tears away. Panties stuff her mouth. More rope pulls her harder, twists her wrists and ankles until she strains and sweats. He works the leather crop across her skin, marking every inch. Inverted now, body bent in the air, the crop lands again. She shakes. A couple hard climaxes rip through her before he lowers her down. Next she hangs forward, arms wrenched back in strappado, neck collared by rope that chokes her breath. Cane and crop bite into her. Welts rise. Still not enough for him. He spreads her on her back, ankles and wrists anchored. The crop and cane keep beating down, then he pins a zipper across her flesh. One sharp yank. Agony cracks the air. The final orgasm crashes over her as she sinks into nothing, soaked and spent.