Anal Informant

Redheaded party girl Lauren Phillips finds herself pinned by Lieutenant Tommy Pistol, a man who likes his answers the hard way. She drops to her knees and wraps her lips around his thick cock, taking him deep. He keeps asking for her supplier’s name. She spits back nothing. Tommy cuffs her wrists, strings her up to a ceiling beam, and beats time across her bare skin with flogger and zapper. Her huge tits bounce under rope; her waist cinches tight. She twists, curses, refuses to break. A ball gag shuts her up. Nipple clamps bite down. Tommy lowers her to all fours, lines up that heavy cock, and drives straight into her ass—then her wet pussy—back and forth, pounding for names. Lauren stays quiet. He stands her up, shoves his cock back down her throat so she tastes her own cum, then flips her onto her back. Ankles tied behind her head, holes spread, Tommy rails her ass again while the Hitachi dances on her clit and his hand squeezes her throat. Lauren thrashes, moans, and finally shatters—squirting, screaming, lost in orgasm, still giving nothing away.