DragonLily and Sandra Romain

DragonLily is on her knees, hands locked behind her, ass lifted. Sandra Romain circles like she already owns her. Rope bites into DragonLily’s wrists. Sandra’s fingers dig into her hips, spreading her wider, then she sinks two fingers straight into DragonLily’s ass without warning. DragonLily gasps. Sandra smiles, twists deeper. She adds a third finger, working that tight hole open while DragonLily’s thighs shake. She grabs a fat plug, presses it against the same spot, forces it inside with one steady shove. DragonLily moans through her gag. Sandra flips her onto her back, legs in the air. She straps DragonLily’s ankles to the bed frame, spreads her more, then drives the plug deeper with short, cruel thrusts. DragonLily’s cunt glistens. Sandra notices, rubs her clit once, twice, then stops. She turns DragonLily facedown again, ties a fresh rope across her throat, pulls until DragonLily’s breath catches. With every tug the plug shifts inside her. Sandra leans in, teeth at DragonLily’s ear. “You’re not coming until I say.” She tightens the rope again. DragonLily trembles. Every muscle strains. Sandra keeps her right on the edge—plug working, fingers teasing, mouth whispering exactly what will happen next.