Ungrateful Holes

Vanessa Sky’s mouth is packed with rubber, eyes blindfolded, body bent hard over a wooden box, wrists and ankles cinched tight. Tommy Pistol’s palm cracks across her ass, then his fingers shove inside her pussy without warning. He yanks the gag out just so he can hear her wet, broken sounds. One push and his cock fills her throat, spit running down her chin. He slams into her cunt until her legs shake and she’s left gasping on the floor. Flat on her back now, one ankle hoisted high, the other knee folded and lashed, arms stretched above her head. Tommy fucks her face, then grinds the Hitachi against her clit until she can’t keep her eyes straight. Every thrust knocks another ragged orgasm out of her. He picks up the zapper, drags the current across her skin while his dick stuffs her throat. He drives back into her pussy and she comes again—hard, messy, loud. Upside-down in full rope suspension, blood rushing to her head. Flogger tails whip her tits and thighs while Tommy uses her open mouth like a cock sleeve. When he’s ready he paints her face, thick ropes splattering across blindfold and lips.