The Butcher

The Butcher's fresh cut hangs limp in the cold room. Alicia Stone. He works her over with paddle, cane and flogger until every inch of skin burns. The pain feeds her, and she twists in the ropes like she’s starving for more. Suspended, wrists locked, her breath comes ragged while he drives fingers into her ass, opening her for what’s coming. He slides in deep, no mercy, fucking her tight hole in hard, steady strokes. She clenches, shakes, and the first orgasm rips through her—then another, fast, leaving her twitching and soaked. She wants the next round before the last one fades.