Anna Mills and Sgt. Major

Anna Mills is back and the Sergeant is already on her. She’s a tough one, not easily shaken, but he gets under her skin. A rope splits her crotch, knotted tight. Multiple orgasms rip through her while clothespins snap off her nipples under the flogger. Anna’s blonde hair sticks to sweat-slick skin, arms cinched behind her, ball gag stretching her jaw. Every pull on the crotch rope tugs the hook seated deep in her ass. She fights the rope, fights the spasms, but the Sergeant keeps pushing. You watch her tremble and almost feel bad. Almost.