KINK Classic 3 of 20. Countdown to relaunch!

India Summer’s pussy won’t quit. Heat rolls off her like she’s been in a fight. She keeps grinding her thighs, trying to scratch an itch no one can reach. The air turns heavy and everything slows down. She’s locked in a straitjacket inside the padded cell, sweat darkening the canvas. A thick dildo disappears between her legs and she clamps down on it, hard. I brace a yard-long pole and yank; she drags across the floor, cunt holding like a fist. When she comes, the rubber bends nearly in half, crushed by rolling spasms. The jacket and the padded walls are the only things keeping the screws in place. If this were a regular set, she’d rip it apart.