shy love and Jezabelle Bond

Jezabelle Bond stands tall in black, lips wrapped tight around a cigarette. Her ass fills every curve of the outfit, and she knows it. Shy Love pushes her face-first onto the bed. The gag goes in quick—leather between teeth, strap pulled snug at the back. Rope bites into Jezabelle’s wrists, yanks her arms behind her. Shy Love works slow. She peels the rest of the clothing away, then slides a gloved finger between Jezabelle’s cheeks, testing. One smack, sharp, leaves a red print. The cigarette stays between Shy Love’s fingers the whole time; she takes a drag, then presses the filter to Jezabelle’s shoulder like a brand that doesn’t burn. Next she gets the sub on her knees, chest flat, ass up. Rope cinches around those thighs, spreads them wide. Shy Love works two slick fingers into Jezabelle’s ass, opens her up, then replaces them with a thick plug. Jezabelle moans around the gag, hips twitching. Shy Love lights another cigarette, exhales over the small of her back, watching the skin goose-bump. She swaps the plug for her own strap-on, pushes in deep, fucks her steady. Every thrust drives Jezabelle forward until the ropes pull taut again. Shy Love reaches under, rubs her clit in tight circles until Jezabelle shakes and comes hard. She doesn’t stop. Pulls out, flips her onto her back, legs up and bound at the ankles. Fresh smoke curls between them while Shy Love fingers herself, then straddles Jezabelle’s face. She rides the gag, comes loud, grinding until her thighs tremble. Two spent cigarettes in the ashtray. Jezabelle’s mascara runs. Both women breathe like they’ve run miles. Shy Love unties one wrist, lets Jezabelle finish herself with two fingers buried in her own ass while Shy Love watches and smokes the last cigarette down to the filter.