AnnaBelle Lee and Isis Love

Isis Love shoves her gloved fingers between AnnaBelle Lee’s legs, her eyes flat and hungry. A thick crotch rope cuts into the girl’s slit and pulls tight every time she twitches. AnnaBelle hangs from leather cuffs, dark hair stuck to her temples, tits rising fast with each hard breath. Isis tugs the rope once more and AnnaBelle jerks, the friction making her hips roll before she can stop them. Isis steps in closer, breath hot on her ear. “You’re not leaving until every inch of you is clean,” she says, then slides two fingers inside, knuckle-deep, and starts a slow grind that has AnnaBelle gasping against the strap in her mouth. The rope bites again; AnnaBelle’s knees buckle, but Isis holds her up, working her steady and mean. The scene runs hot and mean from start to finish, every detail of her surrender put on display.