Isabella Soprano and Hollie Stevens

Hollie Stevens wears nothing but handcuffs when Isabella Soprano shoves her against the wall. The officer snaps on a glove and drives two fingers straight up the blonde’s ass, digging for contraband that isn’t there. Hollie whimpers; Isabella smiles and adds another finger. When the search is done she drags the girl over the desk and starts swinging a leather strap across that round ass, each crack leaving a red stripe that burns hotter than the last. Hollie’s screams turn to moans when Isabella trades the strap for a thick black strap-on. One hard thrust and she’s buried to the hilt in the hooker’s stretched hole, pounding until Hollie’s knees give out. Isabella doesn’t let her rest. She yanks the blonde’s face between her boots and orders her to lick the leather clean before pushing those painted toes straight into her mouth. When the officer wants her own pleasure, she plants her dripping pussy over Hollie’s tongue and grinds until she comes, then orders the girl to suck the strap clean while the cuffs still bite her wrists.