Mason Moore: Extreme Rehab

Mason Moore is strung up tight for her so-called rehab. Madeline won't let her get away with anything. Rope bites into her wrists, a fat ball gag stretches her jaw wide open. Those heavy tits swing free until the flogger cracks across them, each strike jolting her forward. Madeline walks around her, sizing her up, then lands another blow across the full curve of her ass. The skin blooms red. Mason's eyes water, but she moans into the gag, soaking up the sting like it's the only language she understands. Madeline bends her over, spreads those thick cheeks, and works two fingers into her cunt, then three, twisting deeper until her whole fist disappears inside. Mason's muffled scream turns to a low, guttural whimper. The fist pumps in and out, steady and merciless, while the other hand keeps the flogger swinging against her thighs. Every time the leather lands she clenches, and the fist inside her pushes harder. Tears streak down her face, but her hips rock back into each thrust. She wants more. She needs it. Madeline just keeps pushing, turning every sob into another shiver of pleasure until Mason's shaking so hard the ropes creak. The rehab might not cure anything, but right now she's exactly where she wants to be.