Kym Wilde and Lily

Kym grabs a crop and starts in on Lily's tits like she's been waiting for it. Each strike lands sharp, makes the flesh bounce and redden. Lily can't yell, not with the thick gag wedged between her teeth, but her eyes go wide and her body jerks every time the leather smacks home. She's bent over, arms pinned back, and Kym's not holding anything back. The whip keeps finding those heavy curves, again and again, until Lily's skin is striped and stinging. Kym's breathing hard, focused, her mouth set in a hard line while she works over every inch she can reach. Lily just takes it, trembling, drool sliding down her chin, tits flushed and raw under the steady lash of Kym's hand.