Phoenix Marie and Her Big Tits are Captured in Bondage and Tormented

Phoenix knows The Pope better than most. She's the one who lets him touch her in ways no one else can. She craves tight bondage and total helplessness, but pain and teasing don't turn her on. That's exactly why she's here. She wants to suffer anyway. The cage comes first. She's locked inside, naked and already dripping, hips rolling like she can't hold back the ache between her legs. The Pope doesn't waste time. He pulls her out and stands her up, cinching the ropes tighter until she's forced onto her toes in a nasty stress position. Every shift makes the knots bite deeper. He covers her with clothespins, catching tender skin wherever it hurts most, and she can't do a damn thing about it. Then he hoists her into the air in his signature spread-eagle suspension, thighs forced open, cunt exposed and vulnerable. She swings slightly, breathing hard, waiting. He makes her come harder than she wants. She pleads for it to stop, but her body keeps betraying her, shaking through each orgasm until she's hoarse. Finally, she's on her back, legs pulled wide. He goes after her feet with the cane, every strike sharp and mean. When he's finished with that, he focuses on her pussy, driving more orgasms out of her until she's limp, spent, and completely at his mercy.