Pussy Punishment

Sergeant Major grabs Sloane Soleil again. She’s a cock-tease, and he means to teach her pussy some manners. Leather straps lock her arms together, then he slices off the flimsy top and skirt she had on. The whip kisses her tits and ass hard enough to make her jump. Rope and a steel hook—shoved deep—keep her mouth pried open; the pressure makes her ass burn and her cunt drip. She shakes through an orgasm right there on the floor, moaning like the cheap fuck she is. Next she’s hanging head-down, ankles strapped high, arms pinned to her ribs. Every swing of the flogger paints her spread lips and cheeks a hot red. He clips shiny clothespins onto her soft tits, then sinks his cock inside her while she dangles. Choking her, he forces another climax out of that upside-down hole. On the wooden horse, her sore clit takes the weight. Flog strikes land between her legs, a vibe grinds against the swollen mess, and fresh clothespins march down her belly. One yank, and they pop free in a line of sharp little stings. The orgasms keep ripping out of her anyway. Last, he straps her over the Sybian. The motor rumbles, the vibe never lets up, and his hand keeps cutting her air while the flogger snaps across her clit. Sloane comes until she can’t see straight, every breath a whimper, every shudder another surrender to that punished cunt.