Keeani Lei and Sydnee Capri

Keeani shows up green. Sydnee Capri grabs her and goes straight to work. She flips the girl over her knee, leather striking bare flesh until the room echoes. A gag gets jammed between her teeth, straps cinch tight around wrists and ankles, locking her open. Sydnee presses her weight down, smothering Keeani’s face with her ass, cutting off every breath until the girl shakes. When the flog starts up, red welts bloom across pale skin, each strike sharp and deliberate. Once the marks settle, Sydnee slides the thick strap-on between those cheeks, working it deeper until Keeani’s muffled cries slip around the gag. Wires follow, clamps bite nipples and clit, the buzz humming through every nerve. Keeani jerks and strains, caught between pain and want, breath ragged, body burning under Sydnee’s hand.