Sarah Shevon's Return and Jodi Taylor's Initiation

Sarah Shevon walks back into the Upper Floor already marked and owned. Jodi Taylor stands beside her, nerves showing beneath the tension in her shoulders. The rules hit first. Sarah strips the girl bare, then folds her over a leather bench, wrists bound tight above her head. Anal is the order of the day. Sarah works a slick hand between the newcomer’s cheeks, loosening the way with two fingers before the first thick cock pushes inside. Jodi grunts, gasps, and takes every inch. The crowd reacts. One by one, couples move closer, collars snap shut, paddles crack against bare skin. The house fills with the sounds of fresh discipline while Sarah keeps the pace on Jodi’s stretched hole, pushing harder each time the girl tries to squirm. Blonde hair sticks to sweat-slick skin. Every thrust proves a point: both slaves belong here, and the night is just beginning.