Devaun and Andy San Dimas Live, Part 1

Andy San Dimas lies on cold concrete, trussed into a ball, gagged, and forced to kneel. Her drool pools under her chin while she strains to see what the hell is happening behind her. Devaun’s cries cut through the dark. The other girl has been lashed spread-eagle to a wooden box; brutal clamps bite her nipples and squeeze every scream out of her. The torment drags on. Then fingers knot in Andy’s hair, yank her upright, and slam her face into Devaun’s cunt. Andy licks and sucks to the sound of Devaun howling above her. When the order comes, Andy is dragged back to her knees and lashed upright against a wooden post by a thick strap around her throat. A single vicious clamp is snapped on her right nipple, and heavy magnetic weights click into place, pulling the pinched flesh down until her legs shake and her breath rattles in her chest.