The Destruction of Rain DeGrey

Rain DeGrey swears she can take whatever they dish out. She is wrong. Sophie Monroe and The Pope strip her bare in seconds, rope her wrists tight above her head, and go straight for the places that make her break. They slap her tits red, tug her blonde hair until her back arches, then slide fingers inside her cunt and ass at the same time. Every thrust makes her legs shake. Sophie works a thick strap deep into Rain’s ass while The Pope keeps her clit pinned and buzzing. Rain fights the cuffs, eyes glassy, mouth open, but the stretch only gets meaner. They switch places, keep her pinned between them, and don’t let her breathe. The ropes creak. Sweat slides down her stomach. When they finally let her down she hits the floor shaking and dripping, blonde hair stuck to her face, holes sore and used. She came harder than she wanted to, and they both know it.