Curvy Slut Gabriella Paltrova in Grueling Rope Bondage and Tormented

Gabby walked in with that look—half challenge, half hunger. The Pope didn't waste time. He strung her up, arms overhead, legs spread, and went to work with his hands first, heavy and deliberate. She took it. Then the flogger came out, and he beat her like he meant to break something open inside her. The worst she'd ever had, and he knew it. Her nipples got clamped, then ripped free. That pushed the first tears out. The orgasms hit after, hard and mean, until her eyes glazed and she sagged in the ropes, wrecked and thinking. Next she hung doggy-style, already buzzing from the last round. He brought the crop and worked her over with it—sharp, surgical, every hit landing where it'd hurt most. You could read the pain on her face like a sentence. When he finished with the soles of her feet, he switched to the leather flogger and beat her like a piñata until the only words left were "Fuck you, JP." She spat them like they were all she had left. Last position: on her back, legs spread wide, cunt and ass on full display. He took her air first—breath play so tight she floated. Then he moved to her ass, fucked it deep until she was open and used. After that he pressed the vibe to her and dragged a few more orgasms out of her shaking body. When it was done she was smiling again, still muttering that same little fuck-you under her breath.