I Love My Double A's!

Derrick Pierce needs a fix. He tried walking away from big-tit porn, but his craving only got louder. So he zeroes in on Avi Love—lean, lithe, and sporting the smallest, perkiest double-A tits he can find. She’s admiring them in the mirror when he knocks, spins a line about “revolutionary” breast tech, and talks her into hearing the pitch. She’s not sold on growing her chest, but she’s curious enough to tag along. Minutes later the lights snap on in a dim dungeon room and Avi discovers the pitch was a lie. Rope bites her wrists, a spreader bar forces her thighs wide, and electrode pads clamp above and below her nipples. A ball gag muffles her first shout for help. Derrick’s voice slides out of the shadows—he’s here to give the rest of the female population the attention he’s been withholding. He cranks the tens unit. Current sparks through her tender tits; she jerks, eyes wide, pleading behind the gag. Metal nipple clamps bite next, and the Hitachi lands on her clit. Her long body writhes between pain and pleasure, sweat gleaming on every lean muscle. He frees her only to shove her to her knees. Rope now squeezes her tiny breasts into taut little peaks while the zapper dances across them. Avi stares up, tears bright, and opens her throat for his cock, swallowing until spit coats her chin. Pulled onto her back again, legs hoisted high, Derrick feasts—teeth, tongue, fingers—then sinks his thick shaft into her soaked cunt. She gasps, stretched, until he pulls out, presses against her tighter hole, and drives into her ass. Her small tits bounce with every thrust. Flipped to all fours, he slaps color into her ass, crops red lines across her skin, then fists her hair and rails both holes in turn. When he’s ready, he yanks free, stuffs his length down her throat for a quick clean, and finishes with a hot, messy load painted across those sweet, shaking double-A’s.