DragonLily and Vendetta

Vendetta hits the floor in wooden stocks—neck and wrists pinned, ass up, nowhere to run. DragonLily circles like she owns the air. The first strike of the flogger cracks across bare skin, then another, until the blonde’s back is striped and she’s gasping through clenched teeth. DragonLily doesn’t let up. She drives in hard from behind, every thrust slamming Vendetta forward against the unforgiving wood. Sweat slicks pale skin. The domme’s foot slides under Vendetta’s mouth; the sub licks, sucks, worships without hesitation. DragonLily shifts again, lowering herself, smothering, cutting off breath until Vendetta’s whole body jerks for air. Still the pounding continues, raw and relentless, until the scene burns itself out in one long, breathless rush.