Cherry Torn' s anal day!

Cherry Torn is bent over a steel frame, wrists cuffed behind her, ass pushed out like it belongs on display. Bell Rossi kneels right behind her, working a fat clear acrylic plug in and out of Cherry’s stretched hole. The toy catches the light every time it slides back in, shiny with lube and Cherry’s own slick. James Mogul stands over them both, the six-foot single-tail coiled in his fist like a live wire. Each question he asks comes with a sharp crack across Cherry’s back or thighs. She gasps, then answers, then gets another stroke. Bell never stops moving the toy, twisting it, pressing deeper, keeping Cherry open and dripping. The whip lands louder when Cherry’s answers aren’t fast enough. Every lash makes her hole clench around the acrylic, and Bell just smiles and pushes harder. Cherry’s big tits swing every time the leather bites. Sweat runs down her ribs. She keeps taking it, voice hoarse, while the plug and the whip work her in rhythm. James brings the tail down again. Bell sinks the toy to the base. Cherry’s moan cracks in the middle.