Lola Fae Gets Rough Gangbanged In The Mad Hatter’s Bondage Sex Dungeon
Lola Fae Gets Rough Gangbanged In The Mad Hatter’s Bondage Sex Dungeon
In the shadowy depths of the disreputable BurningAngel.com, a secret door creaked open, revealing a padded cell… and its occupant, the delightfully naughty Lola Fae. Her supple body glistened with sweat and depravity, stretched taut against the four-poster bed with myriad leather straps. Lola’s fiery red hair was a dizzying contradiction to the ice-blue vacant stare in her eyes, focused but far away. Her hands were bound behind her back with rough hemp rope, leaving her helplessly exposed for her impending depraved debauchery.
Suddenly, the dungeon door burst open and in poured a writhing mass of masculine flesh. The men were clearly veterans of such torrid affairs, their rippling physique adorned with tattoos and scars – battle marks from prior wars of the flesh. They wore only black rubber shorts, their genitalia swinging like swinging pendulums, ready to violate every hole in Lola’s succulent body. The Mad Hatter slid in last, a wicked glint in his eye as he surveyed his ripe prey.
Lola squirmed in anticipation, her legs spreading wide in an unspoken invitation. The Hatter leaned down, his gravelly voice rasping her ear as he purred lewd promises of the debaucheries to come. Lola shuddered, Poland Spring water spilling from her open mouth as if to quench an appetite that could never be sated.
The first man mounted her roughly, his enormous member plundering her dripping vulva with no preamble. Lola shrieked in ecstasy, her back arching off the bed, presenting him with access to her vulnerable, heaving bosom. He seized her nipples between his fingers like twin levers, tugging harshly to send jolts of electricity straight to her furled anus. Prompted, his fellow stud knelt behind her, thumbs parting her perky asscheeks before plunging his full length into her most intimate depths.
There was no gentleness in their united penetration, only feral, lustful abandon. They pumped into her ferociously, punctuating each inward thrust with curt, dominant slaps to her trembling ass. Lola’s eyes rolled back in rapture, drool dripping down her chin as she babbled incoherently. The Hatter watched it all with a sinister amusement, stroking himself to full engorgement.
Lola was a fountain of arousal, clear sex fluid oozing from both her fucked holes. The men pulled out, growling orders for her to flip over and sit on their stiffened poles. Lola complied with eager obedience, impaling her tight pussy on one thick, veiny cock as she swallowed the other down her slender throat. Throat-fucked into racking coughs, her eyes watered with mascara but she gamely took more, in every aching orifice.
The Hatter watched for a moment, then approached and strangled Lola with the riding crop, yanking her half-presence by the hair and using her mouth as a conveniently warm receptacle for his throbbing cock. Her face was like litmus paper – contorting in disgust, then melting into guileless bliss as he hilted himself in her core. They comed together in a crazed frenzy of spittle and thumping flesh, until their bodies glistened with clammy counterpoint.
Finally, the Hatter’s minions could hold back no longer. Capturing Lola’s quaking body between them, they rained cum upon her like a gory baptism. Thick, viscous semen splattered her from crown to toes, a creamy crown to their king. Through it all, Lola shuddered, her hands still bound and unable to clean her own sullied body.
In the end, the Hatter untied her, watching her crawl away into the shadows, a broken, stained doll, a ruin of his own making. He licked his lips, knowing there were yet many more to fill, the depravity to reach. His dungeon was always hungry for flesh.
