Claire Adams vs Sarah Blake

Sarah Blake steps back into Device after six years away. Crimson hair. Sultry stare that pins you where you stand. They rope her dress up, lift her arms, leave her open. Ass high. Body bent over a steel pipe throne, legs spread wide. Every position tells her what she came for. She takes it without a word of protest. The rope bites. Her skin marks fast. Pain makes her tremble, not flinch. When the need hits, her tits push out, round and heavy, nipples tight. She whimpers low and hoarse, voice breaking on every hit, every clamp, every stroke that drags another climax out of her. She begs with her eyes to be taken further, harder, until her legs shake and her voice cracks. The camera catches every shiver, every desperate twitch, every wet sound she makes when the next wave hits.