Fresh Meat: Aria Lee

Aria’s new. Nervous. Hands overhead in the empty room. The Pope walks in and rubs her cunt until her breathing slows. Then the floggers fly. Red stripes bloom across her skin while her lower lip shakes. Every strike makes her wetter. He keeps hitting until she comes hard, over and over, shaking on the rope. Next she’s flat on her back, legs wide. He works her feet until she’s gasping, then clamps a hand over her mouth and nose, timing each cut of air with a fresh orgasm. She twitches every time he leans close, smiling even while she fights for breath. Final setup: face down, ass up. More leather, sharp slaps, then his cock slams down her throat and straight into her cunt. She can’t handle it. He pulls out and drives fingers deep, vibrator mashed to her clit, wringing climax after climax until she’s limp, drooling around the gag.