Dunked in a Fishbowl: Mallory Knots

Sierra takes it like a champ. Cold water hits first, hard enough to make her flinch, then clamps yank her lips open and leave her spread. The vibe comes next and she comes fast, hips jerking, breath caught in her throat. A fat tube forces its way between her teeth and fills her mouth; she tries to choke it down but the overflow spills down her chin anyway. They flip her. Blood rushes to her head while the flogger lands across her tits and thighs. Her body sways, heavy breasts swinging with every stroke. Then the bowl rises and her head goes in, face-first, lungs locked tight. She holds longer than anyone expects. Reward comes quick. They stretch her over the tub rim, rope biting into her waist, and push her under. Water closes over her while a cock slams in from behind. Every thrust sends bubbles up. When they drag her out for air, Chanta’s thighs are already spread, and Sierra’s tongue goes to work under the surface again, licking until both of them shake.