September Cums in March

September Reign's got that rare body that looks built for this. Big tits, athletic curves, the kind of ass a sadist notices first. They lock her in a stockade and The Pope starts working on it right away. Hands open, he spanks until the skin burns red, then slides his fingers inside. She’s soaked. He pulls the Hitachi and grinds it against her clit. Every time she bucks, he pushes harder. She can’t stay quiet. She can’t hold still. Next they bend her over a box, face down, wrists and ankles strapped tight. Her pussy and ass are wide open and he wastes no time. Clit vibrator first, then the flogger across her back and thighs until her whole body jumps. The wand returns and she starts begging. He fucks her with the dildo on a stick, steady strokes that make her drip down her own thighs. When she’s right on the edge he yanks it out and replaces it with two fingers pressing hard against her g-spot while the vibrator stays pinned to her clit. She comes loud, shaking, soaking his hand. Last position is cruel and simple. They strap her to a wall-mounted mattress frame, arms high, legs spread. He starts with a low-level zap from a static device hidden in his pocket. Every touch makes her jolt. Then the real zapper comes out and he draws bright lines of pain across her tits and stomach. The goggles go on. Blind, she has no idea where the next shock lands. All she can do is wait. When the Hitachi finally touches her again she breaks fast, coming in long, rolling spasms until her voice cracks. Sweat, welts, and a smile. That’s how you leave a woman like September Reign.