Jamie and Hollie Stevens

Jamie’s already on her knees, wrists tied behind her, breathing hard when Hollie slides the red ball between her lips and buckles it tight. Drool leaks down her chin. The leather tastes like sweat. Hollie steps back, flogger swinging at her hip, then snaps it across Jamie’s tits. One, two, three quick strikes. Jamie jerks each time but can’t close her mouth, can’t speak. Hollie walks around, swings again—harder—leaving thin pink lines across Jamie’s ass. She doesn’t ask if it hurts. She just keeps moving. When the flogger drops, Hollie grabs the base of the gag and pushes. The dildo slides deeper, forces Jamie’s throat to open. Jamie gags but stays put. Hollie holds her there, watching tears streak mascara down her face, then pulls back just enough to let her gasp before pushing again. Every thrust rocks Jamie forward on her knees. The ropes bite. The gag fills. Hollie doesn’t ease off.