Angelina Moon: Too Much to Handle

Angelina Moon walked into this with zero experience. New face. New limits. The Pope runs his hands over her, testing what makes her flinch and what makes her wet. She says she’s never done real BDSM, just some light fooling around, but bondage already feels right to her. Helpless suits her. Pain doesn’t. He sees it fast and adjusts before she can back out. No torture, just control. He ropes her tight, black hair falling across her face, beard brushing her skin while he works. Every knot presses her deeper into that helpless space she likes. When his fingers find her cunt she tries to close her legs, but the rope holds. He keeps her on the edge, choking her just enough to make her arch, then pushes her over with a vibrator pressed hard against her clit. She shakes. She swears she can’t take it. He doesn’t stop. He wants her coming whether she’s ready or not, over and over, until her body gives in and the sounds coming out of her don’t sound like protests anymore.