Jade Indica and Sabrina Fox Live, Part 2

Sabrina takes the worst of it first. Small plastic clips bite down in tight rows on the tender skin of her breasts and underarms. Cyd adds a cane to the mix, striking hard, then peels the clips away one at a time, slow enough to make her shake. He wedges sharp wooden sticks between her thighs for good measure. Each new flash of pain drags a louder sound from her throat. Across the floor Jade hangs in a flying hogtie. A fat ring gag holds her mouth wide. A cable spins her slowly, a limp doll at the end of a line. Blind, helpless, every turn brings another hard cock aimed at her open holes. One moment it slams between her lips, the next it drives up between her thighs. She swings, stretched and used, while Sabrina’s suffering echoes beside her.