Lilli White

Lilli White walked in wearing stockings and a bra so thin the light cut right through. She knew the ropes and she liked them. High heels clicked on the floor while we tied her arms and legs open. She said sure when we asked her to take the machines. The first one slid into her ass while she bit her lip and pulled against the knots. Every thrust hit deep. She stayed quiet until she didn't. The lingerie stayed on, straps twisted around her thighs, heels still pointed at the ceiling. Blonde hair stuck to her cheek with sweat. She didn't beg and she didn't look away. Just took it, hard and steady, until the frame shook under her. 2001. No script. Just Lilli White, bound, opened, and used.