Smooched By The Crop

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Katy Kiss came into our dungeon looking all nice and done up for her show. She wore a little crimson dress, high heels, and cool sheer ebony stocking that make her gams absolutely irresistible. She even did her make up precise with elegant winged eyeliner. O.T. really enjoys that glance on her, but what he enjoys more is eyeing how lightly he can make such a pretty, composed girl crumble entirely into a heap with just several of his beloved toys. Katy commences out in a metal neck corset with her palms shackled to a framework just low enough so that she has to keep her backside jamming out to stand. O.T. takes the chance to get a perceive for her body, running his palms over her tits, down her sides, and all over her ass, even taking a moment to smack her. Then, when his urges get the nicer of him, he moves her so that she is down on all fours on top of a table and lets her love herself. He glides an backside hook inwards of one fuck hole and a faux-cock in the other, then he turns on the celebrator wand and commences penetrating her. Katy can scarcely take the dual penetration, extracting yells and getting moister every second. Then it's back to O.T.'s kind of fun. He puts Katy down on her knees, holding her upright with a metal neck corset on a framework so that he can see her cool bod opened up out for him. The next thing Katy knows she has a plastic bag over her head and she can scarcely breathe, and there's nothing she can do since O.T. belted her mitts to her bod so that she's holding onto her own tits. And then there is the sharp, searing anguish of a lash violating against the mild flesh of her backside over and over. Katy sits there on her knees and squirms and shrieks, nothing like the nice dolled up girl we knew forty 5 minutes ago.