Squirting Slut is Anally Violated

Lisey stands tied tight. Her wrists stretch overhead in heavy leather cuffs, elbows locked, shoulders screaming. The Pope circles, fingers twisting her nipples raw, then he yanks her ankles and flips her face-down, ass up. He starts with a thick toy, drives it straight in until her rim clenches around the base. She takes it. He swaps for something bigger, pounds her until her cheeks slap and spit runs down her crack. Still she opens. He balls his fist and pushes. Her hole fights, stretches, fails. He stops, flips her again. Now she’s on her back, legs yanked wide, ankles roped to the floor. Cane stripes burn across her soles while she thrashes. The moment her feet go numb he turns to her ass once more. One last brutal shove, knuckles forcing past the ring, but not all the way. Instead the pressure cracks something inside her—she gushes hard, clear jets spraying the floor, body bucking in forced orgasm.