Self-Avowed Slut Christy Love Takes Relentless merciless Anal

Christy Love wants cock like she needs air. She’s the kind of girl who’ll drop on command, spread on a whim, and thank you after. But that easy-for-anyone routine won’t fly tonight. Tommy Pistol grabs the flogger and starts fixing what needs fixing: turning a hole that opens for anyone into a hole that earns it. Arms out, she squats in obedience posture, muscles already burning. The flogger cracks. Then the crop. Each strike snaps the message home—keep them up or pay. A fat gag stretches her mouth, yet Tommy still feeds her his cock around it, making her chase every inch with her tongue. She chokes. She moans. She begs for more when he pulls out. He switches to her ass. First the teasing, the slow push, the stubborn little ring that doesn’t want to give. Then he’s in, driving deep. Christy rides him hard, bouncing and squirting, voice cracking every time he hits bottom. He doesn’t let her float—he slams her back down, turns her every which way, forces her to recount old fucks while he keeps wrecking her ass. On her back, he adds a second dick-on-a-stick and works both holes at once. Her body shakes, skin slick, every hole used and used again. When Tommy finally shoots, he paints her ass white, leaving her wrecked, dripping, and maybe, just maybe, a little more respectable for having earned it.