The Super Spy's Power Move

Edyn walks straight into the trap. Tina waits in the dark, cuffs ready, already counting the henchmen she’ll trade this prize for. The brunette spy looks helpless at first—hands bound, gag jammed deep between her teeth, the thick leather ball forcing her jaw wide. Tina smirks, fingers tracing the stubble on her own chin before she leans down, beard scraping Edyn’s inner thigh as she forces the spy’s legs apart. One mistake. That’s all it takes. Edyn’s wrists slip the cuffs like smoke. In seconds the power flips. Tina finds herself face-down, the same cuffs biting her own wrists, the same gag shoved past her lips until she gags on it. Edyn climbs on top, turns her body, and plants her wet cunt right on Tina’s mouth. She grinds hard, making Tina breathe through her. Then she dips her head between Tina’s legs and takes her time—tongue flicking, sucking, owning every inch while Tina can only moan around the gag. They stay locked like that, sixty-nine, the spy on top, the mastermind underneath and helpless. Edyn’s beard grazes Tina’s skin each time she lowers her face again. Every muffled sound from Tina only makes Edyn press harder, proving who’s really in charge now.