Isis Love and Sahara Knite

Sahara Knite kneels in the dim dungeon, wrists locked, breath shallow. Isis Love watches her the way a cat watches a mouse. One strike lands across her ass—hard, measured, the kind of pain that wakes every nerve. Another follows. Sahara stays still, takes it, then begs for the next without a word. Isis pushes her down, opens her, works lube into her tight hole with two fingers. When the strap-on slides in, Sahara moans like she's been waiting for it all night. Isis fucks her steady and deep, gripping her bound arms, driving the pain and the pleasure straight through her. Every thrust makes Sahara shake. Isis keeps her right on the edge until the girl breaks—screaming, coming, body jerking against the restraints while Isis holds her down and makes it last.