Leather, Wood, and Steel with Serena Blair

Serena hangs alone in the dungeon, wrists cuffed above her, leather straps pinning every other inch. The Pope strides in, coils black rope around her head, knots a tight gag that turns her whimpers into wet, muffled sounds. Then he swings heavy floggers like hammers, leather tails crashing across her tits, ribs, belly, thighs—leaving nothing untouched. She twists, pulls, fails. Each lash burns hotter than the last. When she’s raw and shaking, the vibe lands on her clit and stays there, ripping forced orgasm after forced orgasm out of her until her knees give.