Interrogating the French Beauty

Lou Charmelle hangs naked from the steel bars, wrists bound above her head, black hair falling across her shoulders. Isis Love circles her like a predator. She shoves a blindfold over Lou’s eyes, then brings the flogger down across her ass. Each strike cracks through the cell. Lou spits insults in French, refusing to crack. Isis slaps her tits, pins wooden clothespins to her nipples, watches her flinch and moan. She yanks Lou’s hips forward and presses her mouth to her own spread ass. Lou licks deep, tongue working in slow, obedient circles until Isis is slick and satisfied. She spins the thief around, bends her over the bench, and drives a thick strap-on into her dripping cunt. Lou shakes, hips bucking, but stays silent. When Isis pulls out and presses the same cock to her asshole, Lou finally breaks. She gasps confessions between pleas for deeper thrusts, promising the jewels’ location as Isis pounds her open. Sweat runs down her back. Every thrust drags another name, another address from her lips until she’s just begging to be fucked harder.