Off The Record: Anal Media Whore Gets Her Story

Lauren Phillips slips into the Upper Floor like she owns it, tits bouncing, that red hair swinging, big mouth going a mile a minute. She's claiming she writes for a serious paper, fishing for the inside scoop on the move from The Armory. Truth is she's just a horny blogger chasing dirt and looking to get off. Nikki and Xander spot the lie in two seconds. They smile, play along, then turn the tables fast. They strap her down, yank off the glasses, and drop her onto a sybian. The motor roars under her clit. She fights it, but the vibrations drag her over the edge again and again while they laugh and call her names. Every time she cums they feed her Xander's cock straight from Nikki's ass. The taste makes her eyes water. Next comes the cane across her ass, sharp and loud. Rope bites into her skin for the first suspension she's ever felt. They leave her swinging, tits out, holes open. She starts begging before they even ask. A heavy flogger paints her back red. Finally they fold her into a brutal pretzel tie, legs pinned, ass up, and Xander sinks in deep. Every thrust knocks another forced orgasm out of her until she admits it out loud—she's nothing but an anal whore who comes harder the meaner they get.