For Bobbi Starr's Satisfaction

Three women tangle on the bed. Tongues drag across wet cunt, slide between ass cheeks, fingers thrust deep. Kisses turn bruising. Then Bobbi takes charge. She slaps their asses red, pins them down, shoves fingers inside until they shake and come. She cuffs their wrists to the frame and stretches her legs out so they can lick her toes while she rubs her clit. The paddle cracks across bare skin. Nipple clamps bite. A thick strap-on sinks into the tightest ass, pushing until it gapes wide, just the way Bobbi likes it.