Annie Cruz

Annie Cruz has a filthy mouth. After I fuck her pussy raw, clamp live wires to her tits and watch her break apart on my fingers, I shove her face into the bowl and hold it there until she yells it loud enough to echo. I’m a dirty whore who deserves this. Soap goes on her tongue next, bitter and foaming, while the heavy steel plug splits her ass open and sinks deep. Every thrust rams the soap farther back, every breath comes out a choked sob around the ball gag. She’s dripping on the tile, eyes red, mascara streaking, and I keep driving the cold metal in until her body shakes and her voice cracks into nothing but wet, obedient noise.