Of the Body and Mind

AJ is stacked, all natural, and her ass could break a man’s focus at fifty yards. She’s no pain freak, but the rope makes her wet. The Pope cuts a deal: all the orgasms she can stand, provided he gets to hurt her first. He starts with the cane across the backs of her thighs and the sting climbs right into her core. By the second set she’s already crying, mascara tracking down her cheeks, yet her cunt is dripping onto the floor. When he’s done making her sob, he shoves her forward and works his fingers inside, twisting deeper until his knuckles disappear. The fist slides in almost to the wrist and AJ shudders, caught between the ache and the need, rope creaking while he pumps her wide open.