Bella Rossi Uses & torments Jessie Sparkles

Bella Rossi's new toy hangs there, spreader bar locked between his knees. Tongue clamped with a clothespin, face wrapped tight in rope, hair yanked to the ceiling. She tests how much Jessie Sparkles can take. Flogger cracks across his back, but the moans sound too sweet for her. She switches to the single-tail, slicing the whip across his thighs, stomach, chest until the cries turn raw. One hard punch to the gut folds him forward and the ropes catch his weight, leaving him dangling. She steps behind, straps on, drives straight into his ass. He begs to come. She ignores it. After the pegging, she plants her heavy tits and thick ass on his face, grinds until she creams on his tongue. Then she climbs on his cock, sliding slow, letting him feel every squeeze, never letting him finish. When he’s shaking, she gloves up, pulls out the cold metal rod, slicks it, and pushes it deep down his cock. One stroke, two, and he explodes around the steel. The load shoots the rod out like a bullet. She keeps working the head until the pleasure curdles into pain, leaving him twitching in the ropes.