After cutting natalia down jr strips her naked down to her socks and ties her wrists and elbows behind her back. Still wearing the tight leather collar he brings her long auburn hair up to a pony tail on the top of her head. Tying a rope to that he feeds it through a series of pulleys that connect to a heavy bowling ball in air behind her. It pulls her hair violently without ever letting any slack out. No matter how she moves her head the weight of that bowling ball is always forefront. He has her kneeling in front of luther. When she tries to place his shaft in her mouth she is ****** to pull the bowling ball higher in order to lower her head at the same level as his member. She takes him down to three inches with ease. Then she begins to face fuck him. Each stroke of his shaft with her head causes the bowling ball to rise and lower behind her. The tension in her hair, the way it pulls at her face, the way she has to struggle just to suck this dead cock humiliates her. Her head looks like it is simply perched atop her shoulders with the wide leather collar circling her neck and ******* her. She gags and a wad of slobber falls from her mouth and hits the floor audibly. It seems she can only get it down to three inches, the whole shaft filling her face hole. It seems blocked by the back of her throat no matter how hard she falls onto it. Her eyes are swelling now and tears are beginning to pool in the corners. Her face is red and she has to work hard at everything she is doing with the weight pulling her hair from directly on top. She face fucks luther as though it were the serious business that it is, occasionally ******* on it while dropping wads of spit in long streams down to the floor. At times she stops and pulls off to gasp for air, the tension and strain to her face evident. Tears are now streaming down both cheeks. She loses his cock momentarily and finds herself required to pull her skull back down to his level once again; pulling her heavy weight higher into the air. She takes him in deep once more and then shakes her head, her face hole back and forth as though she were trying to muster just a few more centimeters of depth from her wet, slobbery hole. There is nothing fun about it. Sucking this giant cock with a bowling ball from the top of your head is work. Effort. It makes her lose her composure, her fine features, her dignity. She is exhausted. Thick mucus-like fluid falls from every hole in her face as jr gets up and screams at her to take it down to depth and hold it there. To hold it there and tell us it is your birthday. That you wish luther could come in your mouth so you could swallow it. How much you like sucking cock. She just wants this to be over. To get off her knees and get this dead cock out of her mouth.