Fresh Meat: Liz Jordan

Liz hangs upside down, ankles locked in leather cuffs, body pulled tight between floor and ceiling. The Pope works her over with heavy strikes that echo off the walls. A vibrator grinds against her pussy while breath play steals her air. She comes hard, shaking in the ropes, unable to hold anything back. Next she’s bent over a wooden box, wrists and ankles cuffed in cold metal. Flogger tails snap across her ass and back, then the zapper bites quick and sharp. He watches her face, listens to every sound she makes, and keeps driving her forward until her limit shows. When she hits that line, a thick dildo slides inside her and fucks her straight into another round of orgasms that leave her gasping. Finally she’s on her back, knees bent and locked, arms stretched and cuffed above her head. Clover clamps bite into her nipples. She begs. He removes them, then works her pussy until every last orgasm is wrung out of her and she’s left empty and spent.