Star and Miss Brooke

Star walks in on shaking legs. Miss Brooke is already waiting—black leather, cold eyes, ready to make her kneel. Shackles snap tight around Star’s wrists, pinning her face-down over the bench. The first slap lands with a crack that fills the room. Miss Brooke doesn’t hold back; each strike reddens the pale skin until heat rolls off in waves. When the hand gives way to the flogger, the leather tails bite deeper, painting fresh stripes across the same raw canvas. A vibrator buzzes between Star’s thighs, forcing her hips to buck against the blows. Her moans crack into whimpers every time the flog falls. When Miss Brooke tires of the noise, she wedges the wand hard against Star’s clit and keeps striking until the girl’s thighs tremble and her voice breaks. Then comes the boot. Star drops to the floor, tongue working over polished leather and bare calves, licking every inch like she’s starving for it. Miss Brooke only lets her up when the need in her eyes turns glassy. She drags Star onto the bed, spreads her, and sinks the thick strap-on straight into soaked pussy. Star gasps, tries to push back, but Miss Brooke slams deeper and doesn’t stop. When she pulls out, it’s only to shift lower. One brutal thrust and the strap-on breaches Star’s ass, stretching her wide while the restraints hold her open. Every drive hits hard, pushing a grunt out of Star’s throat. Miss Brooke fucks her through it until sweat runs and the sheets dampen beneath them. Only then does she rip the toy free and shove it between Star’s lips. Star licks her own slick from the length without hesitation, tongue working until every trace is gone.