Something about bronte seems guileless. And with PD, she allows everything.
With her ankles shackled to either side of a post, bronte struggles with the Fiddle. PD locks the end of it to the post in front of her so that she’s sitting. Then he stuffs her dirty sock in her mouth and tapes it in because, he says, she’s going to be screaming. He adds a leather muzzle just in case. She’s penetrated and alternately caned and buzzed with a vibrator. She squirts repeatedly, soaking the floor around her ass.
She lies on her back, her body arched beautifully, her thighs spread. Mr. Pogo bangs her, pounding her G-spot. Juice squirts out of her with force, shooting at PD. She’s fucked and pussy-whipped and then the taser snaps and sparks all around her pussy. PD mindfucks her, daring her to stick out her tongue for the zap of the taser. bronte’s a brave one.
She blows out soon after, so PD straps her into the straitjacket and vibrates her into a mess one more time.
