Woman Handled Sluts

Mz Berlin has them both—Lylith Lavey, still raw around the edges, and Alice Frost, already dripping for the worst she can take. Berlin strips their pride first, then their clothes. Lylith’s big tits bounce under each slap, every flogger tail drawing pink lines across pale flesh. Alice drops to her knees, tongue out, lapping between Berlin’s toes like a dog until spit runs down her chin. Berlin keeps her there, presses the sole across her face, then orders the same attention between her cheeks. Alice obeys. Lylith watches, breath quick, until Berlin drags her forward to do the same. Berlin lines them up, wrists cuffed behind their backs, tits pushed forward. She runs the zipper across Alice’s nipples first—metal teeth bite hard, then rip free in a burst of white pain. Lylith flinches, but Berlin makes her watch, makes her feel every yank. By the time the strap-on comes out, both girls are shaking. Berlin takes Alice first, drives the thick silicone deep into her ass without warning, hips snapping steady and mean. Alice takes it all, gasping, thanking her between every thrust. Lylith’s next—Berlin bends her, spits on the hole, works the head in slow until it pops past the ring, then slams home. No mercy. Lylith cries out, big tits swinging, and Berlin laughs, calling her every filthy name that fits. She keeps them like that, one on the floor, one bent and leaking, until both surrender every scrap of control they walked in with.