Dirty Redhead Slut Scrubbed Clean

Sarge straps Marie down. He shoves the red ball between her teeth, buckles it tight, and the sound of her breath comes out wet and strained. Leather cuffs bite her wrists. Rope cinches her ankles. Every inch of her pale skin is pinned in place. He grabs the hose and turns it on. Cold water slams her naked body, running over her tits, streaking down her belly, soaking the trimmed copper hair between her legs. He scrubs hard—bristle brush across her nipples, across her ass, across the soft folds she keeps trying to hide. She jerks. She moans through the gag. The ball keeps her words trapped. He slaps the brush against the backs of her thighs when she flinches, leaving red marks that match her hair. Water splashes. Skin shines. She can’t run, can’t close her legs, can’t look away from the man turning her into his clean little fucktoy. Each stroke of the brush and each crack of his hand pushes the filth out and leaves only what Sarge wants left behind: his property, dripping and ready.