Nina and Kym Wilde

Kym Wilde asks the questions, then picks up the cane. Nina stands stripped and silent while the first strokes land hard across her ass and thighs. Kym swings like she means it, stripes rising fast, no warm-up, no mercy. Nina takes every hit, breath hissing through her teeth, body flinching but hips pushing back for more. When the caning stops, Kym drops into the chair and shoves both bare feet at Nina’s mouth. Nina licks between the toes, sucks each one deep, worships the soles with long, wet drags of her tongue while Kym watches, eyes half-closed. The moment Kym feels the tongue slacken she switches to tickling. Quick fingers dig into Nina’s ribs and underarms; Nina yelps, tries to twist away, but leather cuffs hold her wrists to the ceiling. Kym keeps her laughing and gasping until the tears run. Then the sybian comes out. Nina is forced down on the vibrating saddle, arms stretched overhead again, ankles strapped wide. The machine roars to life between her thighs. She bucks and shakes, cunt grinding on the relentless head until the orgasm rips through her hard enough to make her scream. Still trembling, Nina is bent over the bench. Kym works a thick inflatable plug into her ass, pumps it bigger with every squeeze of the bulb until Nina’s hole strains around the shiny black rubber. She leaves it there, swollen and deep, while Nina pants through the stretch and the ache.