Crushing Convictions Part II

Charlotte's barely cooled off before it's Leigh's turn. The cuffs bite hard and she knows why. You ask once and her eyes flash yes before her mouth can say it. She drops to her knees, tongue already wet, working your cock with every desperate inch she can take. The cane marks from earlier still throb across her ass, every lash reminding her what happens when she hesitates. You let her edge herself on your shaft—slow, steady strokes that pull her right to the brink, then stop. She whimpers, strains, tries to push back into your hand, but the rope keeps her exactly where you want her. When the next stroke lands across her thighs, she jerks forward, mouth still full, spit dripping down your balls. You pull out, slap her cheek, and she’s begging again, voice raw. The chair creaks as you force her back over it, arms stretched tight above her head. Another stripe across her ass and she arches, pushing her dripping cunt toward you. You slide in, raw, filling her deep on the first thrust. She gasps, then nods, frantic. You pound her hard, the cane resting across her back like a threat. Every time she clenches too close to coming you stop, leaving her shaking. The creampie hits her walls in thick pulses, hot and messy, leaking down her thighs while she whimpers for more. You wipe the head of your cock across her lips and she licks it clean without being told. The ropes hold. The marks deepen. Leigh’s eyes never leave yours, hungry, waiting, already ruined for the next round.