Ramona and Harmony

Ramona shows up green, raw, never tasted rope or a flogger before. Harmony straps her tight to a bench, ass up, cheeks spread, no escape. Blonde hair plastered to sweat, eyes wide behind the ball gag. The first lashes land hard, fast, red lines blooming across pale skin. Ramona shakes. Harmony spreads her open, tongue pressed deep, forcing her to eat ass for the first time, spit running down her chin. The strap-on slides in without mercy, thick and relentless, driving Ramona over the edge until she cums, gagged and trembling. Harmony pulls out, shoves the harness into her hands. “Your turn.” Ramona buckles up, lines the tip against Harmony’s ass, and pushes in. The switch hits. She pounds hard, hips snapping, until Harmony growls and comes on her cock.