Tough Beauty: Anna Mills

Anna Mills storms back after too long gone. Same blonde fire from the old Hustler days, only now she carries the bruises like jewelry and calls them love. They stretch her out until her wrists kiss her ankles, rope bites into muscle, steel gag forces her jaw wide and keeps every sound trapped behind her teeth. Each slap lands heavier than the last, welts rising fast across her ass, her thighs, the soft undersides of her tits. She spits, she laughs, she pushes back for more. Takes the cane until the skin sings, then grins around the gag like she’s already planning how she’ll redo the whole scene on her boy when she gets home. Welcome back, trouble.