Maria Bellucci is so lucky

Mistress Mandy Bright moves into position while Maria Bellucci kneels already waiting. The steel clamps bite hard onto her nipples and bite deeper when her body shivers. The largest dildo slides in first, dry, stretching her cunt wide before the cane kisses her ass cheeks. Mandy swings without hesitation. Maria cries out but the words never leave her mouth straight. She just makes that low, strangled sound women make when pain lights up inside them. Each stroke lands sharper. The paddle follows, harder than the cane, until Maria Bellucci’s thighs are trembling and her breathing is ragged and fast. Her hips buck back anyway, body still chasing whatever keeps her under. Mandy presses another clamp between Maria’s soaked lips, snapping the teeth down on the swollen clit itself. Maria’s whole frame jerks once, then again. Mandy doesn’t pause. The next whip cracks across her shoulders and folds over her spine, and that’s when the loud, guttural pleading starts. Maria Bellucci no longer forms words anybody could understand. Just sound, helpless and raw, feeding right back into Mandy’s steady hand. And the mistress keeps striking, deeper, steadier, giving the girl exactly what she came to collect.