Iona Grace Punished Wanton Slut

Iona Grace comes back hard, arms locked in leather mitts, spread across a long pole like a modern crucifixion, knees pinned tight. Claire wraps her tits in rope until they bulge dark, then seals her mouth with electrical tape so tight her cheeks twitch. The slaps start. Clamps bite. Her legs buckle and she drops hard. Next she’s folded into cold steel, ass up like a bitch waiting to be used. Oil slicks every curve until she shines. Hot wax lands in mean drips across her back and thighs. Holes stretch around thick plugs until her breath shudders. Pain cracks her open. She comes anyway, hips bucking, oil flying. Last she hangs in a straightjacket, thighs spread wide, cunt aimed straight at the camera. The fuck machine slams into her, relentless, while a gas mask locks the scent of her own pussy over her face. Every moan, every flinch, every helpless spasm is right there in the open. Nowhere left to hide.