Fetish Jail House Fuck

A curvy slut in a gas mask sprawls across her cell cot. She spreads her knees wide while a gloved hand works a thick metal dildo deep into her cunt. The slick shaft pulls out glistening and rams back in, forcing wet, heavy sounds that echo off concrete. Another toy, bigger, wider, replaces it. It shoves past her folds, stretching her. She arches, tits heaving against the cold bars, nipples already purple from clamps that bite deep. The mask muffles every moan, turning them into low, throaty grunts. Her master tugs the clamps, twisting until she jerks. He keeps the pressure on. Hard. Her breast flesh reddens, deep marks blooming beneath the metal. She shakes, but her hips roll forward, greedy for the next thrust. He frees the biggest toy, lets her juices drip onto the floor, then unzips. His cock slaps heavy against her masked face. Thick, veined, already leaking. She opens wide, tongue out, hungry. He feeds it to her in one brutal shove until her throat bulges and spit runs down her chin. He fucks her mouth slow at first, savoring the squeeze, then faster, using her throat like another hole. She gags, eyes watering behind the lenses, but keeps swallowing. He yanks free, spins her, bends her over the narrow bunk. The cell light glints off his slick cock as he lines up and drives straight in, burying every inch. She cries out, the mask muffling the sound into something raw and animal. He pounds, balls slapping against her ass, hips slapping her raw, punishment and pleasure the same brutal rhythm. Her clamped tits swing and smack together with every thrust. She takes it, every inch, every slap, every cruel tug at the metal biting her nipples. The cell fills with the wet slap of skin and the constant, muffled rasp of a woman too far gone to care who’s watching.