Lesbian Sessions: Gabi Paltrova

Gabi Paltrova lies on the bed, wrists bound, corset cinched tight around her waist. Her dark hair spills over the sheets as the gag is pushed between her lips and buckled. Leather creaks. She breathes hard through her nose, eyes wide, hips already twitching. Tina works slowly—straps pulled snug, knots checked twice. Gabi’s mouth stretches around the ball, drool starting to gather at the corner. The dominatrix leans in, palm flat on Gabi’s belly, pressing her down. Then fingers slide between her thighs, parting her, stroking until Gabi’s muffled moan cuts the quiet. Every thrust of those fingers drags a fresh jerk from the bound brunette, corset creaking, rope biting. Tina doesn’t rush. She takes her time, using Gabi like she owns her, teasing, filling, owning every reaction. Gabi’s muffled cries grow wetter, body arching against the ties, black hair sticking to sweat-damp skin.