Kym Wilde and Viva

Viva’s never been under anyone’s thumb before. She walks in green and Kym wastes zero time proving it. The two women circle each other like alley cats, trading barbs and then bare fists. Blonde hair flies, tempers flare, and the whole thing turns into a no-holds grapple on the floor. Kym slaps cuffs around Viva’s wrists while she’s still catching her breath, then hauls her over a low bench. Leather straps bite into her thighs. A fat plug works its way past her rim—slow, mean, unforgiving. Viva bites down hard on her own lip, the sting spreading hot up her spine, but Kym keeps feeding it in until every inch is buried. She doesn’t coo or coax; she just grabs a fistful of hair and pushes until Viva’s eyes water. When the brunette finally gives, the surrender hits like a gut punch. Kym grins, steps back, and leaves her plugged and shaking while the camera holds on the raw red marks already rising across pale skin. End of part one.