Hanging Out With Mimi

Mimi's enjoying every second of this. Giggles escape her as we tie her wrists high and stretch her legs apart. She can't stop grinning even when the rope bites in. The room smells like sweat and leather. Her tits hang heavy under the harsh lights, full and real. The domme circles her slow, tracing the swollen nipples with a riding crop, then snaps it hard across the left one. Mimi jerks, moans, then laughs again, pushing her chest out for more. The guy steps in, hard cock already out, skin tight where he got cut. He rubs the head against her dripping slit, smearing pre-cum over her folds before he pushes in with one rough thrust. She grunts and clenches. The domme grabs Mimi by the hair, forces her to look up, tells her to keep that grin while she gets fucked. Every slap of skin, every sharp breath, every wet sound fills the air. Mimi swings a little from the ropes, tits bouncing, thighs shaking, still smiling like she could stay strung up like this all night.