Melissa Lauren and Bobbi Dean

Bobbi enters already broken, wearing nothing but a thin collar. Melissa buys her with cold cash and colder eyes. The lessons start fast. Melissa barks an order; Bobbi hesitates and earns a slap across the face, then another across her ass with a leather strap. Every refusal brings a harder stroke until the pain teaches her to kneel, to spread, to beg. Melissa makes her crawl, makes her lick boots, makes her thank her for every slap. When she’s shaking and slick between her legs, Melissa bends her over, spits on her hole and takes her ass in long, brutal strokes while Bobbi’s wrists stay locked behind her back. The brunette finishes with her fingers buried deep, forcing the blonde to come loud and helpless. Then the cuffs snap shut. Melissa chains Bobbi to the stone wall, legs spread, ass leaking, body trembling. Bobbi’s eyes close. The dungeon goes quiet. She sleeps like she finally belongs to someone.