Cherokee and Mia Bangg

Mia waits on her knees, blonde hair loose, her tits bare under the low light. Cherokee stands over her in black latex, legs parted, one hand gripping the strap of Mia's ball gag. The gag stays in until Cherokee's ready to use that mouth. She pulls the leather harness tight across Mia's ribs, buckles her wrists behind her back, and shoves two gloved fingers between Mia's teeth to check the fit. Mia's eyes water, breath hissing through the gag holes. Cherokee sits on the edge of the bench, spreads, and pulls Mia forward by the hair. "Lick," she says. Mia leans in, tongue flat, tasting another woman for the first time. Cherokee guides her lower, angling so Mia's tongue drags over tight ring muscle next. Mia hesitates, but the crop lands across her ass with a sharp crack. She moans through the rubber ball and keeps going. Cherokee's clit swells under every stroke, slick coating Mia's chin while the blonde whimpers again—half pain, half heat—as the crop stripes her thighs. The rhythm stays simple. Lick, suck, flinch, repeat. Cherokee grinds forward, chasing the wet friction. Mia's big tits swing every time the crop lands, nipples stiff from the cool air and the sting. She comes once without permission, jerking forward so hard the gag strap digs into her cheeks. Cherokee just laughs low, lifts Mia's chin with the crop handle, and pushes her back down to finish the job. When Cherokee's orgasm hits, her thighs clamp hard around Mia's ears and she holds the girl there until the pulses fade. Mia stays on her knees, breathing ragged, face shiny, waiting for whatever comes next.