Betty Baphomet and Bobbi Blair

Betty and Bobbi hit the floor hard. The cattle prod lands again and again, burning skin with sharp cracks while leather creaks under suspension. Mistress Hidest keeps them both strung up, bodies twisting as she swings them into each other, mouth on mouth, tongue on cunt. One girl gets her face slapped raw, spit flying, then shoved under water until she kicks and comes back gasping. The other gets the same. Bobbi Blair shudders, legs spread wide, gag jammed between her teeth. Betty Baphomet bucks against the rope, skin streaked red. Every jolt feeds the next orgasm. They both climax hard, one right after the other, sweat dripping off their chins, rope marks already bruising.