Holly Wellin and Chris Charming

Holly Wellin came in thinking she knew her limits. She was wrong. The ropes went tight, her feet left the floor, and she started to moan before the first hard thrust. Suspended and spread, she took it deep and filthy—mouth full, ass stretched, every hole used while the wax hit her skin. She came hard, shaking, squirting down her thighs. Then they grabbed her hair, fed her throat, and kept her there, choking on cock between screams. Pain tolerance? She proved it. No mercy, just raw, relentless use until she was dripping, marked, and begging for more.