Katie Kox Why are you hitting yourself?

Katie Kox is back against the frame, tits bound so tight they shine. A huge chest like that does not need an introduction. Alpha is already buried in her pussy, pumping slow, then faster, then relentless. The metal cuffing her arms pulls everything taut, her body locked open, every thrust hammering through her. Oil pours over her breasts and the vibrator comes down hard, grinding circles until her nipples stiffen and the slick skin quivers with the machine’s force. Every surge sends those bound tits shaking like jelly. Her moans climb, cut short by another brutal stroke, then climb again. The motor’s thump grows louder. Katie thrashes in the custom rig but the steel holds; all she can do is take it. Her cries fill the set, raw and endless, while the machine keeps driving her past reason, past control, until nothing is left but the helpless spasms and the wet slap of metal on soaked flesh.