Lana the Pain Slut

Lana Analise straps to the table on her first shoot, knees jammed to her chest, ass and cunt spread open for The Pope. He warms her up with a spanking, then watches her buck when the crop smacks her cunt. That reaction pushes him deeper—fingers sinking first into her ass, then her pussy—while the Hitachi buzzes her clit past the point of control. Next she hangs upright, wrists lashed behind her, straddling a cold pipe so her weight rides straight on her pussy. The flogger snaps across her body, chest, thighs, every strike turning skin crimson. When her breathing turns ragged he presses the wand back to her clit, wringing more orgasms out of her shaking frame. Bent over the pole, palms flat on the floor, Lana’s holes gape again. The Pope barely grazes her and finds her cunt already dripping; the flogger lays into her back, then the crop bites the tender backs of her thighs, and finally the cane stripes them. Juice runs down her legs. He shoves the whole Hitachi head inside her, flips it on full, and rides her until she’s howling through one last, shattering climax.