Service Day: Missy Minks

Maestro hauls a girl up from downstairs and hands her off to Sin. Her name is Missy Minks. Sin grins, shoves Missy over the ironing board, ties her wrists behind her back with rough rope, and starts strapping her down. Missy’s black hair sticks to her face as the welts rise under each strike of the leather strap. Every smack jolts her hips forward, making her clench around the thick plug already buried in her ass. Sin pushes deeper each time she swings, and Missy’s low, wet gasps fill the hot air between iron clicks and leather cracks.