Princess Kali and Alisha Angel

Alisha caught his eye at the convention. Peter got them a bigger room fast—time was short and the light looked right. On the balcony she’s naked and roped, arms pulled behind her, chest lashed tight so her tits stand out hard. He canes the pale skin until it flushes. Inside, the bed takes her next: wrists locked to the frame, knees spread, a fat strap-on working her until the sheets are soaked. Last, the tub. He pushes her under, brings her up choking, does it again, each time longer, bubbles rising while her wrists twist uselessly against the wet rope.