Local San Francisco cutie fulfills her fantasies of fist fucking & suspension sex on WhippedAss.com!

Mallory Malone steps in from the street. She looks like any girl you might spot on the corner at Folsom, except her eyes burn like she has already decided tonight will ruin her. Isis Love does not wait for small talk. One sharp slap across the ass and Mallory is already breathing hard. Isis ropes her wrists, hauls them over her head until only Mallory’s toes graze the floor. The first strike of the cane lands across the back of the thighs, loud and clean. Mallory jerks; a red stripe blooms. Isis keeps going, each blow timed to the hitch in Mallory’s breath, until the skin is striped and hot. Nipple clamps bite next. Isis tugs the chain until Mallory whimpers, then drops to her knees and licks straight up the slick center of her cunt. She eats like she is starving, tongue working deep, then pulls back and drives two fingers in. Mallory’s thighs shake. Three fingers, four. Isis curls her thumb and pushes until her whole hand slides inside, knuckles stretching tight around the wrist. She holds still, lets Mallory feel every inch, then starts a slow pump that makes wet sounds fill the room. Mallory hangs limp in the ropes, moaning through clenched teeth. Isis pulls out glistening, wipes her hand across Mallory’s mouth, and steps into the harness. The thick strap-on nudges Mallory’s asshole, then pushes past the ring in one steady thrust. Bound and swaying, Mallory takes every inch while Isis pounds her until the chain on the clamps swings and her moans turn to broken cries. When Isis finally pulls out, Mallory hangs spent, skin marked, cunt and ass throbbing, every fantasy she came with used up and gone.