Isabella Soprano and Harmony

Isabella lies bound to a cold wooden frame, her wrists stretched high and ankles spread wide. A leather gag silences her moans while leather cuffs bite into her skin. Harmony circles her, tall and blonde, every step deliberate. She presses two slick fingers inside Isabella’s ass, working them in slow, relentless strokes that make Isabella tremble. Isabella’s hips buck on instinct, but the ropes hold her fast. Harmony pulls free, unzips her skirt, and presses the tip of a thick strap-on against the same tight ring. She sinks in with one hard push. Isabella’s eyes roll back. Harmony fucks her in long, merciless thrusts that make the frame creak. Spit runs down Isabella’s chin around the gag, yet her cunt glistens untouched. Harmony slaps her thigh, leans in, and whispers filthy praise while her hips keep their brutal pace. The climax rips through Isabella hard enough to snap her awake. She’s alone in a dark room, breathing fast, body slick with sweat and still aching for a woman who may never have been real.