Cassandra Cain 03/20/2020
16 Photos, 8 min of video
Cassandra Cain wears pretty black and maroon lace bra and panties. She also sports an ominous strappy black facial harness that covers her eyes and mouth; and her arms are bound behind her back, her legs strapped down by ankle and thigh to a spartan looking chair. The Hitachi hum fills our ears, even as its vibrations must fill Cassandra’s hole, hardly protected by the lace panty gusset. Our heroine wiggles her bare feet and moans into her gag as the wand takes her twat relentlessly to bondage orgasm land. It doesn’t even look like she’s trying to escape; perhaps she’s signed up for just this kind of stimulation. Her panting through the mask, her anonymous face under the harness, suggest she is just the female human impulse for climax ruling supreme over her total being. What are Cassandra’s thoughts in the darkness under that mask, as her pussy throbs and her voice nearly sobs to a shamelessly kinky twitchy explosion??