Constitution: Vanessa Vega Dominates Brooklyn Gray

Brooklyn’s locked in the wooden stockade, wrists and neck trapped. Vanessa steps in, cane slicing the air. One sharp crack across Brooklyn’s ass, then another. Words hit harder than the wood. Brooklyn fires back, mouth running, until Vanessa drops to her knees and shoves tongue and fingers deep. Brooklyn’s body folds. The fight drains out as the stretch grows. Fingers keep working until the hole is soft and ready. Vanessa lines up a thick dildo and sinks it in, slow at first, then deeper. Brooklyn groans and takes it. The stockade rattles. Later, rope replaces the wood. Brooklyn bent over, legs forced wide by a spreader bar, arms yanked back. Vanessa straps on the big cock and drives it home, pounding hard. She pulls out, shoves the shaft down Brooklyn’s throat, then back in. Breath play follows—hand clamped over nose and mouth while the strap-on keeps slamming. A vibrator hits Brooklyn’s clit. Vanessa’s tongue and fingers stay busy behind. Brooklyn shakes, voice breaking. They move to the bed. Vanessa works Brooklyn open with slick fingers, then slides the heavy glass pillar inside until the rim gapes wide and stays. Now it’s Vanessa’s turn. Brooklyn presses the fat plug against her ass, works it in, then adds more. One finger becomes two, three, four, until the whole fist disappears. Vanessa comes loud, body clenching around Brooklyn’s wrist.