Pain Slut Flexes Her Abilities in Strict Bondage: Keira Croft

Keira Croft stands there, ball gag jammed between her teeth, and waits for what she knows is coming. The Pope shows up with a crop in his hand and puts marks on her skin before the first hard breath leaves her nose. He moves her into a three-point suspension, her body stretched tight while he keeps the crop swinging and his fingers working her cunt with a vibrator locked against her clit. The next setup is worse: back arched over a wedge, one leg barely holding her up, every rope fighting to pull her apart. Clamps bite down on her nipples and her pussy lips, dragging the tender flesh until she shakes. He keeps her on the edge until the orgasm rips through her anyway. Last position, face down on the table, ass shoved high by the wedge so nothing is hidden. Cane and crop land in steady rhythm, welts rising fast. When her skin can’t take more, he drives into her cunt and pins the vibe to her clit until she comes again, loud and helpless.