Cassandra Nix Live Show Part 3

Matt wants this girl to come on camera, and he is not letting her off easy. Cassandra sits locked on the sybian, thighs spread, arms pulled back in a tight strappado that tugs her wrists to her neck. A thick rope runs from her throat down to a bolt in the floor, forcing her chest forward and her cunt flush against the vibrating saddle. No wriggle room. No escape. Isis runs a line of clothespins down Cassandra’s ribs, ties a string through each one, then yanks the cups onto her nipples until they swell purple. A clamp bites the girl’s tongue next, stretching it out, turning every moan into a wet gurgle. The sybian jumps another notch. The cane lands across Cassandra’s ass. She jerks, hips grinding on the toy despite the rope. Isis steps in behind, palms flat on the girl’s shoulders, shoving her lower until the sybian buzzes right against her clit. Cassandra’s breath breaks into short, desperate pants. Matt rips the zipper free in one savage pull. Pain and pleasure slam together; Cassandra bucks harder, cunt sliding slick over the relentless head. He steps around, cock in hand, and feeds it straight past the stretched tongue. She sucks greedily, drool spilling down her chin while the machine drives her closer and closer to the edge.