Removing Her Innocence: Avi Love

Avi Love starts the day mummified on dungeon concrete. Clear rubber belts pin her down, a harness locks her head, only her feet and hair show. She waits, helpless, for The Pope. He walks in with a flogger and a taser, peels back the wrap to bare her tits and pussy, then toys with both. Even face-hidden, her body says she’s fine under his boot and ready to pay whatever price he asks. After she suffers, he lets her come. Next, she’s face-down, ass high, bare soles up and trapped. He spanks, crops her cheeks, then moves to her feet. Bastinado cracks across tender flesh. She screams, begs; every cry only turns him on, and the punishment gets worse. When he finally slides his cock into her tight pussy, he hammers it hard, wrings multiple orgasms from her, then leaves her sprawled and dripping. For the finish he flips her onto her back, spreads her legs until they won’t open farther. Breath play hits next—hands around her throat, every squeeze driving her climax harder, wetter, filthier. Her cunt glistens, proof she’s been used exactly like the eager slut she is. She still looks like the sweet girl next door, but after what she’s taken and how she took it, innocence is the last thing left on her.