Slut For Life

Veruca James runs hot ink across skin. The tattoo chair feels like an interrogation seat once the straps come out. She starts with a slow, deliberate spanking, each smack loud against the girl's ass. Then her mouth dives in, tongue working that slick cunt until the younger slut is shaking. Fingers follow, curling deep. Her thighs clamp around the girl's face and she grinds down hard, taking what she wants while the girl struggles to breathe. Clothespins bite into tender flesh next, rows of them. Rope holds wrists and ankles tight. Veruca switches to a cane, precise stripes blooming across pale skin. The girl stays bent, ass up, as the strap-on finds its target. First her cunt, then deeper into her ass, every thrust pushing her limits further. She gasps, cums, begs for more. Veruca gives it to her until she’s marked for life.