Kristina Rose - Filthy Whore - Live Show Part 3

Kristina Rose beams from inside the cage, bubbly and bright, trading answers with the crowd like the earlier torment never happened. JP buckles the ball gag between her teeth, cinches her wrists behind her back, then bends her forward so her legs stretch out in a pipe position. He strips the gag away. "Mouth open, tongue out," he orders. Her jaw drops, tongue stretched flat. Rubber bands still bite her soles. JP snaps them. Hard. She flinches. Maestro steps in, grabs her hair, and rams his cock down her throat. He shows her the rhythm he wants: deep, fast, no mercy. Thick strings of spit slide over her clit. She moans around him, begging with her eyes for another thrust. JP keeps the bands snapping while Maestro fucks her face, the two of them trading off. Her toes curl under every sting. JP yanks the bands from her feet and pushes the ends between her teeth. "Hold these or they snap back on you." She clamps down. The first moment the bands slip, they crack against her soles again. JP resets them, again and again. Each failure earns fresh snaps. Maestro presses a vibrator to her soaked cunt, and she shakes, struggling to keep the bands clenched while the orgasms build and break her.