Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills lies chained to the concrete, hood tight over her head, gag forcing her jaw wide. Lorelei Lee circles her like a cat with prey. She slaps those heavy tits hard enough to leave red prints, then swings the flogger across Beverly’s ass until it stings and flushes. Each blow jolts the chains. When Beverly’s pulled upright, arms stretched overhead, the blows keep coming—Leather on flesh, sharp, mean, and steady. Lorelei’s hand slides between her legs, works her clit until the moans turn to shaking thighs and the orgasm rips through her. Next, she’s spread on her back, legs pinned apart. A heavy weight hangs from her pussy lips, dragging them down. Nipple clamps bite and pull. A dental gag keeps her mouth open, drool spilling. Lorelei presses a vibrator to her swollen clit, then slides a thick strap-on into her ass and fucks her slow, deep, unforgiving. Beverly’s cries fill the room as she comes again. Finally, the chains come off. Beverly drops to her knees, tongue out, licking Lorelei’s cunt like she’s starved for it. Lorelei straps the cock back on, bends her over, and fucks her until Beverly’s whimpering and dripping on the floor. 2008, pure filth, no mercy.