Idle Hands: Ivy LeBelle gets tied up and fucked by Small Hands

Ivy stares at the dead machine across the room, bored out of her skull, when Small Hands walks in fresh out of lock-up. He drops his paperwork on her desk. Work-release. She tells him to fix the rig and walks off. He screws in the attachment, slides a fat dildo onto the arm, flips the switch, and the thing comes alive. Pleased with himself, he calls her over. She grabs the swinging cock, shuts it down, and fires him on the spot for being a creep. His hand snaps around her throat. "I can’t go back," he growls. Now she’s stripped to lace bra and panties, knees on the floor, arms yanked wide and lashed to a low wooden table. A Hitachi buzzes between her tied thighs, mashed tight to her clit. Red ball-gag splits her mouth, spit sliding over her plump lower lip. He yanks the bra cups down, smears her own drool across her heavy tits, then pops the gag free and stuffs his thick cock between her lips. He drives in hard, fucking her throat until strings of spit swing from her chin and her tits shine wet. Next she’s up on a filthy mattress, ass high, cheek to the sheet. Wrists cuffed behind her, black rope cinching her waist and thighs, chains pinning her ankles wide. He stripes her ass with the flogger, then spreads her cheeks and tongue-fucks her hole. When he sinks his cock into her cunt she moans around the gag of her own spit. She begs for the other one. He pulls out, presses the fat head to her ass, and drives in deep. The chains rattle as he pounds her open, not stopping until her whole body locks and she comes shaking. Last, she’s upright, legs spread and bound in fresh rope. He steps in, grips her neck, and sinks back into her soaked pussy. Her eyes roll. He pulls free, lines up again, and hammers her ass one final time until his load streaks hot across her tits and belly.