Nina and Princess Donna Dolore

Nina already looks used. Rope bites into her skin and holds her bent over the tub edge, wrists cinched behind her back, knees spread on the slick floor. Princess Donna Dolore steps in, cold eyes on Nina’s dripping cunt. She slaps the flesh once, twice, hard enough to make the girl jerk and whimper. Then the real torment begins. A gloved hand pushes Nina’s face into the water. Bubbles burst around her nose and mouth while Donna works two fingers into her pussy, knuckles grinding, pinching the swollen clit on every stroke. Nina thrashes, tries to breathe. Donna lets her up only long enough to hear the gasp, then forces her down again. Each dunk times with a twist inside, a fresh slap on soaked skin. When Donna decides Nina’s ready, she clips a strap-on harness in place. The cock is short, thick, unforgiving. She presses the blunt head against Nina’s asshole, pushes once, and sinks the shaft straight in. Nina screams into the water. Donna fucks her with short, brutal thrusts, driving her deeper each time her face breaks the surface. Every plunge under water clamps Nina’s ass tighter around the toy. She comes anyway, hard, legs shaking, muffled cries swallowed by the tub. Donna never softens. She keeps Nina drowning in sensation—pain, air, cock, cunt—until the girl is spent, drooling, hole twitching around the thick rubber still buried inside her.