Attitude Adjustment: Slutty Skylar Snow gets her ass flogged, caned and fucked

Skylar Snow is spread out on St. Andrew's cross like she asked for it. Big tits trapped by nipple clamps, thighs and wrists cinched tight, her pale skin already twitching under the lights. Tommy Pistol walks in, takes one look, and starts swinging—flogger first, then the cane. Each strike lands hard. Pink lines bloom fast, then deepen. She moans through gritted teeth, every hit sinking in hotter than the last. He clamps her clit next, switches the Hitachi on, and works her until she breaks. Wet spray hits the floor before she’s even stopped shaking. He keeps her there a second longer, just to watch her squirm. Then she’s down on all fours, rope biting her wrists and ankles. He smacks her ass red, feeds her his cock, and fucks her throat until spit pours down her chin. She takes every inch, gagging loud, eyes tearing, lips stretched wide. When he pulls out she’s dripping. He gives her the cane again—this time for real—leaving two rows of dark stripes across both cheeks. The marks sit perfect, angry and straight. He slides a plug in her ass to stretch it, then drives his cock into her cunt, deep and steady. She pushes back like she can’t get enough. He fucks her harder, switches holes, then stuffs a red tunnel plug in her ass and rails her through it. When he’s done he makes her lick the thing clean. Flat on her back now, one leg hoisted high, he swats her pussy with a clear paddle until she screams and drips. The Hitachi comes back. He pounds both holes while she thrashes, tits bouncing, until she squirts hard—again and again—arching up, soaking everything. He laps it off her and spits it in her mouth. Then he paints her ass with his load. Skylar lies there wrecked and grinning, every hole used, every mark earned.