Back Alley Lesbian Sub

Katharine Kane hangs upside down again, raven hair brushing the concrete, ankles cinched tight in rough rope. Felony circles the brunette like she’s already bought and paid for. The flogger lands first—hot, heavy stripes across Katharine’s thighs—then a bare hand cracks down, followed by the sting of rattan biting into flesh. Every strike jerks the bound body, and Felony watches the doe-eyed girl twist, taking inventory of which blows make her drip. A gloved fist finally slips between those spread thighs, two fingers pushing deep, leather slick with cunt. Katharine moans around the gag, hips chasing more, but the reward is yanked away as quickly as it came. Felony lowers the winch, lets Katharine’s weight drop until her face is level with Felony’s crotch. The order is silent. Katharine’s tongue works—first slick folds, then lower, rimming, tasting, desperate. Felony grinds down, comes hard, and Katharine gets drenched, face shining. Cuffs snap around her wrists. The strap-on is thick, unyielding. Felony presses it to the tight ring of Katharine’s ass and shoves in—one slow, brutal thrust after another—until every inch disappears. The brunette can only take it, body rocking, ass stretched and used, while the alley swallows every sound she makes.