Lucky Hopeless Present

You're tied down hard. The ropes bite into your skin. Mistress Baby and Sophia Locke stand over you, already wet, already mean. They need a cock today, and you're it. Leigh swings the cane first. One sharp crack, then another, until your back burns red. Sophia grins and clips clothespins along your chest, each one pinching deep. Every movement you make makes them dance and sting. They don't rush. They take turns riding you, slamming down, grinding until you're gasping under their weight. Leigh swings the cane again while Sophia keeps you buried inside her. You can't move, can't touch, can't do anything but take it. Every slap, every hit, every cruel little twist of those clothespins. They're not stopping until they've wrung every drop out of you.