Ivy and Chanta-Rose

Ivy came back for exactly one thing: to let Chanta wreck her. Chanta works her over from head to toe, pushing pain into every inch of skin until Ivy can’t tell what hurts more—her body or how bad she needs to come. Tickling hits the nerve endings already screaming, turning whimpers into something rawer. Rope bites deep, holding her open while Chanta decides how much more she can take. When the final command comes, Ivy breaks for it, orgasm tearing through all the hurt at once, sharp and filthy.