Lyla Storm vs Jack Hammer

Jack Hammer has Lyla Storm roped tight. Ankles bound together, her dark hair yanked up so she can barely move. The flip cat snaps across her skin in sharp cracks. Each stroke lands harder. He drops her into a wide spread, clamps bite down on her nipples and stretch them out. Then he works her cunt until she breaks, over and over, while he laughs at the mess she’s making. Next he folds her into pile driver, head down, ass up. A pussy hook locks into her gag. She can’t shift an inch. He tickles her exposed sides until she jerks and shakes, then hoists her by the ankles into a pretzel that looks impossible. When he lays her flat again he pounds her until she squirts in hot, messy arcs across the floor. Last she’s leather-strapped to a box, arms wrenched behind her in strappado. Clover clamps dangle from her nipples, sticks flick at the swollen tips. He lifts her off the ground, makes her fight the pain, and keeps going until he gets exactly what he came for.