Isis Love and Angel Cassidy

Angel hangs by her wrists, stretched and open, ropes biting her skin. Isis Love stalks the circle around her, crops her ass until it glows. The blonde twists, feet kicking uselessly, every strike pushing her higher. When Isis drops the crop she spreads Angel’s cheeks, spits once and works two fingers straight into her asshole, pumping until the girl’s cries turn wet. A fat black ball gag is shoved between Angel’s teeth and buckled tight before Isis lowers the ropes just enough to slam Angel onto her back, arms and legs splayed and tied to the frame so she can’t twitch an inch. Isis peels off her panties, straddles that helpless face and grinds, soaking Angel’s nose and chin until the gag is slick with spit and cunt. She cums once, hard, then stands, tape in hand. Wrists, elbows, thighs, calves—every joint gets sealed shut in shiny black bands until Angel’s body is one rigid package. Isis grabs the lube, lines up, and sinks the thick strap-on straight into Angel’s ass in one brutal thrust. She fucks like she’s trying to break her, hips slapping, the tape creaking, Angel’s muffled screams leaking past the gag until the whole frame shakes.