Lesbian Sex Dungeon

Ingrid's the type who thrives when someone takes control. Lea doesn't ask—she grabs. A few ropes later Ingrid's face down, ass up, bound tight on the cold floor. Lea circles her like she's already decided how this ends. The first strike lands across Ingrid's bare ass and leaves a burning handprint. Ingrid doesn't flinch. She pushes back for more. Lea swaps palms for a leather strap and keeps the rhythm steady, each snap louder than the last. Soon Ingrid's skin glows hot and red. Lea trades the strap for a slick gloved hand, working two fingers into Ingrid's tight ass, twisting deeper with every thrust. Ingrid moans into the concrete, hips rocking, body strung out between pain and want. Lea keeps her pinned, unrelenting, until Ingrid's shaking and begging to come.