As it’s been nearly ten long years since Elise Graves and the Pope have played together, Elise wanted to make it special by dressing her best. With her feet pointed straight and locked into knee-high ballet boots, and her legs encased in fence net stockings, Elise struggles to stand up on her toes. Thankfully, the Pope, in his innate wisdom, secures Elise’s ankles and legs to the side of a bondage bench. With Elise’s ass framed by both the top of the stockings as well as a latex suspender belt, it is perfectly put on display as the Pope bends her over the bench. Elise’s waist is made even s...

As it’s been nearly ten long years since Elise Graves and the Pope have played together, Elise wanted to make it special by dressing her best. With her feet pointed straight and locked into knee-high ballet boots, and her legs encased in fence net stockings, Elise struggles to stand up on her toes. Thankfully, the Pope, in his innate wisdom, secures Elise’s ankles and legs to the side of a bondage bench. With Elise’s ass framed by both the top of the stockings as well as a latex suspender belt, it is perfectly put on display as the Pope bends her over the bench. Elise’s waist is made even smaller with the assistance of a sexy latex corset, as her arms are bound in a latex arm binder and pulled up behind her in a strict strappado position. This is the position that the Pope wants Elise in. This is how he wants her - restricted by shiny latex, while leaving her most useful bits uncovered. The Pope dives right in, wasting no time to become reacquainted with Elise. With each stroke of the flogger, strike of the cane, slap of the ass, and pinch of the nipple, they are reunited in a shared fondness for BDSM. As Elise’s ass grows more and more red, and her face contorts in both suffering and pleasure, they are both equally satisfied on a deep level. Of course, when the Pope breaks out the Fucksall (a hand-held fucking machine), all hell breaks loose. :)