Dia Zerva live at the Armory!

Dia Zerva gets shoved into a cage that hangs over the Armory floor. Guests reach in and grab whatever they can reach, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, jamming fingers between her legs. Someone demands she piss for the crowd, but she holds it. Every half-minute of defiance earns her another jolt from the cattle prod—her body jerks and her piss finally sprays down through the bars. Once she’s empty they cut her loose, strap her arms tight behind her back, drop a blindfold over her eyes and bend her over a padded bench. Strangers take turns stuffing her cunt, her ass, her mouth. She gags around thick cocks while two fingers work her open for the next one in line, the wet sounds of her holes getting used echoing off the high ceilings.