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Kasey Warner gets straight to it. Nicole Aria’s bound to a St. Andrews cross, ball gag stretching her jaw, while Kasey’s hands move over her tits like she owns them—smacks, clamps, a flogger painting red streaks across soft flesh. Nicole’s eyes go wide each time the flogger lands, and when Kasey slaps her face the sound cracks sharp in the room. Electricity comes next. Tiny, brutal zaps chase up Nicole’s calves and across the soles of her feet; she twists, the cross rattling, muffled yelps pushing past the gag. Later she’s bent over a padded sawhorse, wrists and ankles cinched tight. Kasey slaps and shakes that big, firm ass, then sinks fingers in, works a fist, and finally buries the strap-on deep—every thrust pushing a grunt out of Nicole’s chest. On the bench Nicole lies strapped down while Kasey straddles her face, smothering her with soaked pussy. The vibrator handle disappears between Nicole’s cheeks, buzzing inside her; the working end presses against Kasey’s clit until she shudders and comes hard, thighs locked around Nicole’s head.