Cherry Torn's New Slave Girl

Anna Tyler would do anything to prove she belongs to Cherry Torn. Anything. Cherry doesn’t waste time—she ropes the blonde in tight, leaves her nowhere to hide. The first sting of leather across Anna’s ass makes her flinch, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes it. One blow after another, Cherry lays down the rules with every strike. Nipple clamps bite next, strung tight, every tug sending sharp heat through Anna’s chest while she’s bent and spread. Cherry’s fingers slide in without mercy, working her open, wet, desperate. When Cherry straddles her face, Anna licks like her life depends on it, gasping for air between Cherry’s thighs. Then the strap-on comes out—thick, unrelenting. Cherry fucks Anna’s cunt first, hard and deep, hips slapping skin, until Anna’s moaning like the slut she wants to be. When Cherry flips her and presses the same cock to her asshole, Anna takes it without a word, stretched and used, shaking while Cherry drives it home.