Sandra Romain and Sabrina Sparx

Sabrina Sparx walks in with that tight little body and a soft face that already looks ready to break. Sandra Romain doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t have to. One cold look and the girl’s shoulders curl inward like she’s already sorry. Rope bites into her wrists first, then her ankles, pulled tight until she can’t shift without the burn. Sandra works the cane across her ass until the skin blooms red, each strike landing with the same flat snap. Sabrina takes it—flinches, gasps, stays quiet when she can. Her cunt betrays her anyway, slicking up the inside of her thighs. When Sandra decides she’s earned it, she straps the thick dildo around her hips and drives it straight into Sabrina’s ass. No warm-up, no mercy. Every thrust shoves the smaller girl forward against the ropes until she’s shaking and coming hard, voice cracking on every moan. Sandra keeps pounding until the orgasm rips through her again, leaving her limp and dripping, marked and used.