Petite Biotch Serena Blair Disciplined and Made to Cum in Iron Bondage!!

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It has been fairly some time since this tiny fucky-fucky package graced the Contraption restrain bondage stage with her presence. Serena Blair’s toned and nicely-shaped figure glistens as the stage lights smooch her suntanned skin. Her ideal culo quivers ever so scarcely as she stands in total attention, anxious to witness what devious torture The Pope has in supermarket for her. He wastes no times and takes advantage of Serena’s vulnerable position. Her bare chest is exposed and her mushy puffies are vulnerable as The Pope brutalizes the front of his subjugated tramps figure with a strong leather flogger. With the patience and sustained mitt of surgeon, he tenderizes her titties and honeypot until they turn a tenuous shade of rosy which lets him know that she is prepared for the 2nd course. The Pope then ruthlessly attacks Serena with a rock hard wooden cane, repeatedly hammering her puffies and bean until she moans from the horrible pain. And, just when she couldn’t possibly take another whack, The Pope thrusts a vibratoronto her turgid and soft clit. Serena prays her sadomasochistic dom to let her cum. But the response is no. She hasn’t earned it yet. The only thing that a wanton mega-bitch like Serena is worth is climax denial. The Pope leaves her quivering in a perspiring mud and makes fun at her misfortune. Next he straps her onto a perch with ebony leather belts and gags her with top of a soda bottle. Drool trickles down her cheeks onto her pointy congenital breast. She breaths heavy, terrified of the brunt that approaches her. The Pope attacks her titties and honeypot again with a lengthy strong cat o' nine tails and she sobs out the yells of a pain mega-bitch that is in over her head. But there is no running away this restrain bondage and she is entirely vulnerable to the caprices of her master. Her honeypot begins to cascade with thirst as her hammering continues. The Pope stuffs his fingers into her tight rosy superslut crevasse and gropes her g-spot until her entire figure quivers from the fierceness of her orgasms. The first-ever one always senses good, but as the second, third, fourth, and fifth of numerous climaxes are torn from the core of her spirit, the pain seeps thru her quivering body. But she can’t stop it; she is entirely out of control. To end the day, The Pope lays Serena on her back and spreads her gams wide open. Having grown weary of hammering her bean and nipples, The Pope focus’ all of his attention on the feet of her feet. He works each one over and over, repeatedly flagellating them until Serena can scarcely breath. And, just when she is on the verge of breaking, The Pope stuffs a vibro onto her turgid and thirsty honeypot and gasps her until she finishes off one last explosive orgasm. He leaves her panting, lost, and terrified in a dark, empty room, alone with no help in sight.