Vendetta and Isis Love

Vendetta stands there, blonde and blue-eyed, built like every dream that gets you in trouble. Isis Love hits her with the spray, drenches her skin until it glistens, then pins her down and fucks her like the room itself might break. Vendetta works her tongue between Isis’s thighs, licking deep while her arms jerk in tight rope. A ball gag cuts off her moans when Isis shoves it past her teeth. She tips her head back for the bucket and takes it full, water choking, streaming down her chest. Hot wax follows, Isis letting it drip slow across Vendetta’s ass and the soft arches of her feet until the skin flares red under white trails. The blonde thrashes, but the ropes hold, and Isis keeps feeding her more until every inch she wants is marked, wet, and shaking.