Unbearable Pain

You watch Nikki Darling take the kind of pain that leaves most girls begging. She’s his favorite for a reason—she lasts. The Pope starts slow, pinching and twisting her hard nipples until they stiffen, each tug dragging a low moan from her throat. She sways, wrists cuffed above her, chest pushed out like an offering. Then she’s upside down, one knee hooked high, the rest of her dangling. The rope bites deep. Breath play next—he clamps a hand over her mouth and nose while the cane slices across her thighs. Every strike lands with a sharp crack. Her lungs fight for air, her body jerks, yet her cunt glistens. Clothespins come out. He lines them along her folds, snaps them off one by one, fast and cruel. She howls, cunt pulsing, thighs trembling. When he finally slides the thick dildo into her, she’s already dripping down her own stomach. He fucks her with hard, punishing strokes until she gushes, squirting in messy arcs that splatter the floor. Her screams turn into broken, wet sobs as another orgasm rips through the pain.