Fallen Angel

Angel Long hangs spread-eagle on the cross, wrists strapped, ankles locked. Omar runs his hands down her narrow waist, across her tight stomach, and she shivers hard. In seconds the gentle touch snaps into rough motion. Two thick cocks slam into her at once—Omar driving deep up her ass, another stretching her cunt wide. The wooden frame creaks with every brutal thrust. They pound her without pause, filling both holes until her breath breaks into short, ragged gasps. Sweat glistens on her pale skin while they work her open, switching rhythm but never easing up, pushing deeper with every stroke.