Enforced Justice Part 4

Siren’s done playing nice. Tired of leaning on anyone, hero or crook, she takes the reins and drops them both in one night. The boys thought they had her figured out. Now the big-titted brunette stands over their bound bodies, beard still damp where her thighs locked around his jaw, and he strains against the rope she tied tight while the other watches helpless, cock hard against his belly. She grins like the game finally suits her. Every pull on the knots tightens the heat in the room. Two men, one woman, zero mercy left. She leans in, breasts brushing their faces, and makes sure they feel exactly how finished playing by anyone’s rules she really is.