Bose Madchen 16

The BDSM club was a cesspool of depravity. The stench of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the dank halls. Lying motionless on a pedestal, bound and gagged, was the Bose Madchen 16 - her perfect body taut with anticipation. Her ass cheeks clenched tight, begging for the first hard stroke of the riding crop. With a cruel grin, her Master approached, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He yanked down her panties, exposing her shaven slit, and pressed the cold metal of the crop against her puckered asshole. She winced as it left a burning trail of pain. He smirked and pressed forward, splitting her ass cheeks as he thrust the crop deep inside her bow els.