Isabella Soprano and Gia Paloma

Gia Paloma aches to kneel. She wants control, wants it taken. Isabella Soprano doesn’t ask twice. She straps the gag between Gia’s teeth, buckles the cuffs around her wrists, pulls the rope until every knot bites. Then she slides the plug in deep, watches Gia’s hole stretch, and fucks her ass while she’s still tied open. Each thrust lands sharp. Each slap lands harder. When Isabella’s toes find Gia’s mouth, the girl sucks like she’s starved. She licks between every toe, tongues the sole, moans through the gag when Isabella shoves her foot past her lips and pumps it in and out. Later Isabella spreads her own legs, pulls Gia’s face between her thighs, and keeps her there until her tongue is sore and dripping. Pussy first, then ass—Gia licks both until Isabella’s thighs shake and the ropes creak from the strain. No mercy, no break, just the steady sound of skin on skin and the wet, helpless noises that slip around the gag.