Sydnee Capri

Sydnee Capri walked in a bondage virgin. She left dripping. We tied her down tight—ball gag jammed between those full lips, ropes biting into smooth Black skin. She thrashed at first, eyes wide, but the second the flogger cracked across her ass her whole body jolted and a slick trail slid down her thigh. Pain lit her up. She arched harder, begging with every muffled moan. We kept hitting, kept teasing, kept pushing. One orgasm tore through her, then another, soaking the bench beneath her. She twisted, flexible as wire, hungry for more. We gave it to her until she shook. Next time, she won’t have to ask.