Mackenzie Moss: A Hunger For Pain and Dick

Mackenzie Moss looks like any girl you pass on the street, except her appetite for pain and cock never quits. Seth Gamble is happy to feed both appetites. She hangs on a Saint Andrew’s cross, wrists and knees lashed tight, bare cunt and little tits left wide open. The leather flogger comes first, pounding her pale skin until it glows warm pink, then the crop and cane cut in—sharp, nasty stings that make her yelp and twist. A blindfold steals every hint of what’s coming next, and that dark keeps her dripping. When he fingers her, she squirts hard, creamy juice running down his hand. She begs for his cock; he slams it straight into her, pounding until she’s pleading to come. He drags her off the cross, drops her to the floor, and shoves himself down her throat. Every gag makes him hit harder. The flogger kisses her swollen pussy while he fucks her face, and the second a hitachi lands she comes again. Next she’s standing, hands bound to her knees, legs spread. Seth takes a plastic paddle to her ass until each cheek burns red, then drives back inside her cunt. She trembles and shakes with every thrust. Flipped onto her back and strapped to a table, she watches him slap her face and choke her while he fucks her ruined hole. She thanks him between whimpers, thanks him again when he paints her tits and cunt with a thick load, and she licks every drop off his fingers like it’s the last taste she’ll ever get.