Protruding Breasts Get Beaten

Katt’s tits are swollen today, ripe for rope, slaps, cane strikes, and clamps. Elise doesn’t waste time. She starts with a soft silicone paddle, the first quick smacks drawing tight little yelps that cut through the room. Those sounds pull Elise closer, eyes locked on the way the flesh jumps. She swaps tools—firmer paddle, thin cane—each hit sharper, leaving thin lines of color. When the cane drops, Elise sinks her teeth in, then pinches the same spots between hard fingers, making Katt jolt. She grabs a fistful of black hair, yanks Katt’s head down, and orders her to suck her own nipple. Katt obeys, lips stretching around the clamped peak, while Elise keeps slapping the other breast. Every hit lands with a clean crack. Elise’s grin is tight, hungry; she’s got exactly what she wants—Katt’s body jerking, marked, and still begging for more.