Service Session Fisted for the first time

Iona returns to rule her two slaves, Tramp and Sin. She whips them. Clamps them. Pins them. Strips them of dignity and binds them tight. Every act leaves her hotter and wetter. The girls suck her cunt and kiss her heels but their tongues cannot scratch the itch burning inside her. So she drops to the floor, legs spread wide, and tells Sin to push deeper—fist, wrist, everything. It is the first time for both of them. Nothing planned, nothing gentle. Just sweat, gasps, and the slick sound of Sin’s knuckles opening Iona’s cunt wider with every thrust. Tramp watches, eyes glazed, tits heaving. Iona’s back arches. Her moans crack into raw, guttural pleasure as the fist sinks home and stays there, grinding, twisting, owning every inch. The three of them lose themselves in the sudden violence of it, bodies slick, breath ragged, the room thick with the smell of sex and surrender.