Lezdom Private Eye: Cherie Deville spanks, flogs, & fucks Veruca James

Veruca hired Cherie to dig up the truth about her husband. She wanted proof. Cherie delivered. Receipts, photos, dates, everything. When Veruca saw it, the ground shifted under her feet. Cherie didn’t offer comfort. She offered control. She pulled Veruca over her knee, skirt yanked up, and laid into her with hard, rhythmic slaps until her ass bloomed red. Then came the flogger, leather tails snapping across the same raw skin. Veruca gasped, hips twitching, but Cherie kept going. No mercy. Just heat and sting. Soon Veruca was strung up, arms overhead, toes barely touching the floor. Cherie caned the soles of her feet until she jerked and cried out, then dropped to her knees and buried her face between Veruca’s legs. She licked her open, slow and filthy, then slid two fingers deep and started fucking her hard. Every thrust made Veruca’s body swing. A thick dildo on a stick followed. Cherie worked it in and out of her cunt without pause, then switched to the strap-on. She took her from behind first, deep pussy strokes that made Veruca moan like she’d forgotten why she came here. Then Cherie pulled out, slicked up, and pushed into her ass. She fucked her there too—steady, relentless, owning every inch. Veruca came shaking in the ropes, used and wrecked, the sting still singing across her skin.