Playful Creature: Hadley Mason

Hadley sits with one leg pulled up and the other pinned down. Leather straps bite her wrists to a pipe. The red gag stretches her mouth open and spit runs out in a steady stream. She shifts and waits for The Pope. He clips her nipples and runs the chain to the pipe so every tug pulls tight. The crop lands on her cunt first, then his fingers slide in deep. She comes fast, again and again, until the spit from her mouth almost keeps time with the wet sounds from below. Next she’s folded into a pile-driver, wrists shackled in steel, ankles trapped in metal. The Pope steps in with a cane. He warms her skin, then swings straight for her pussy. She grins even as the wood cracks across her lips. He moves between cane and fingers, cane and fingers, until both holes ache for more. He shoves his cock into her throat, then into her cunt, and she comes until her eyes flip white. Finally she’s on the floor, face down, a wedge propping her ass high and her cunt exposed. A blindfold cuts the light. The zapper snaps across her skin while he circles her. The vibrator returns, his hand smacks her ass, and when he lets her finish she explodes—wet, loud, shaking, coming until nothing else exists.