Paisley Porter: Pretty in Pink

Paisley Porter modeled for the biggest magazines out there before she stepped into porn. She wanted bondage and discipline, and she came straight to the right place. The Pope puts her through it, slow and hard. She looks like the perfect girl waiting to be taken, and he wants to see exactly how far she'll let him push her. Her eyes go wide when she sees the floggers. He swings them anyway, lets her feel the threat first. She tries to run, but the leather cuffs hold her wrists fast and she gets nowhere. He switches to orgasms instead of fear, pushes the vibe against her clit until her legs shake. She comes, hard, and the tension starts to crack. Next he folds her over the box, face down, hands locked out wide in steel traps. She can't move. Can't reach back. Can't stop whatever he decides to do next. The cane lands on her thighs, her ass, the soft skin of her calves, each strike sharp and measured. When he finally fucks her, the orgasm hits so fast she can't even brace for it, and then another, and another, until her voice breaks. Last, she's perched on the sybian, chains pulling tight at her wrists and ankles. The machine hums to life beneath her and she has nowhere to go. Her cunt clenches around nothing while the vibrations tear through her, one climax crashing into the next. By the end she's shaking, eyes glassy, body slack in the steel, fully given over.