Star and Kym Wilde

Star came in shaking. New to all of it. Kym started her off with the words that sting, the kind that crawl under skin and stay there. Then the pain hit, sharp and steady, ropes biting in while Kym’s hands kept finding tender spots. Every time Star tried to catch her breath, Kym gave her something else to choke on. She got carried like that, ass stuffed, legs dangling, till the dildo in her mouth slid so deep her throat clenched around it. Kym didn’t ease off till Star’s eyes watered and her jaw ached. Only then came the prize: the thick black strap-on driving into her, slow and relentless, until the tension broke and Star came hard, every muscle locking around it.