Tomi Knox Assaults Fuck Doll Kristine Kahill With Creative Devices and Sadism

Kristine hangs from leather cuffs, arms stretched overhead, legs forced open by a heavy wooden bar. The clothes come off fast. Tomi hits her with zappers until she's shaking and panting, then clips weights to her cunt lips, a bucket filling with water until the clamps bite harder. He adds a water pick, playing the thin stream over tender skin while she twists in the predicament, every twitch making the load swing. Next she’s locked in steel on her back, knees pinned beside her ears. The fuck machine drives straight into her ass and doesn’t stop. She can’t come from that, and Tomi knows it. He paddles her thighs, zaps her nipples, then runs a zipper across her tits and rips it free just to hear her scream. Finally she’s upside-down against the wall, torso cinched in metal, ankles cuffed and spread. A flogger paints her ass and thighs deep red. Clothespins line her waist; Tomi yanks the cord whenever he feels like it. He works her cunt until she’s dripping, milking every shudder out of the strung-up pain slut.