Petite Babe Casey Calvert Humiliated with Anal and merciless Foot Torment

Casey Calvert walks back into the dungeon like she owns the collar. The Pope grabs her, shoves her onto a wooden wedge that splits her bare pussy and locks her down with cuffs and chains. Her tits and ass are wide open. He swings hard. Every slap and strike makes her voice tear out raw, shaking the stained floor. She comes hard, then harder, legs twitching, spit flying. He flips her onto her back, spreads her wide, and goes straight for her feet. A cane whistles down, catching every soft crease. Casey howls and jerks like she’s caught in a trap. The cane never stops. Her screams echo, wet and ugly. Then his fingers push into her ass, thick and merciless, working her open until she breaks again, shaking around his hand. A vibrator stays glued to her swollen clit while she fights and fails and comes once more, sweat sliding down her ribs. He clamps her feet together, pins her arms out, and threads a long line of clothespins across her chest and stomach. One by one they bite. He wraps a hand around her throat and squeezes until her eyes roll. The hitachi returns, cruel and steady. When she’s right on the edge he rips the zipper free. Casey’s whole body snaps, screaming, begging for more while the sting lights up every inch of raw skin.