Andy San Dimas - Control Is Key

Andy San Dimas kneels bound to an X-frame, posture collar cinched tight around her throat, leather hood squeezing her head. Claire pours water straight into the mask. Andy's breath turns to bubbles and wet panic. Control is key. Her clothes come off next, everything but the collar. Clothespins bite across tits, belly, thighs. A vibrator presses her clit. She tries to focus on the buzz, but the pins stay sharp. Then the single tail snaps them free, one hot sting at a time. Claire fucks her cunt deep until Andy shakes and drips. Next she sits on a perch, hips spread wide, ankles strapped behind her back. Her knees are forced apart. Clamps bite each side of her pussy and yank it open in four directions. Every tug pulls new pain. A hard paddle cracks her ass and thighs, each smack making the clamps tug harder. She comes hard, long, loud, breath hissing through the narrow tube. Finally she is on the table, doggy, pussy hook buried and tied to her hair. The pull keeps her back arched tight. The throat fucking is rough. Face slaps land sharp. Andy moans through every thrust and every sting, coming harder than before. Welcome back, Andy. We missed that cunt.