Kym Wilde, Sadie Belle and Jewel

Sadie's already got Jewel on her back, pounding into her hard. Jewel's taking every inch, moaning with her legs spread wide. Then Kym walks in and stops everything cold. Kym makes Sadie and Jewel eat each other out while she watches. Their tongues work until they ache, faces buried deep, saliva dripping down their chins. She keeps them at it—lap after lap, no breaks—until their jaws tremble and their mouths go numb. When Kym's had enough of that, she pulls out the restraints. She binds their wrists tight, forces their bodies into position. Then the beating starts. She uses her hand, a strap, whatever's close. Each strike lands sharp on bare skin—asses, thighs, tits. Red welts rise. They flinch, whimper, but Kym doesn't let up. She calls them names while she works, spits words like poison, makes them repeat filthy things back to her. Blonde hair tangled with brunette, sweat mixing on flushed skin. The rope bites. The pain keeps coming. Kym doesn't stop until she's satisfied they've learned their place.