Purple Penis Pussy Pounding

Leila kneels. Silent. Collar snug. Waiting for what’s coming. Maybe she earned it. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter. Mistress Jada wanted to try those new hands on soft flesh, to stroke and press until every muscle melted. The touches started easy, almost kind, and Leila took it, hips twitching as her cunt got slick. Then the whine slipped out. Jada’s mouth twisted. She can’t stand that sound, not when the girl’s dripping and hungry like this. So the crop comes up. Sharp leather flicks. A quick sting across the thigh, then another, harder, until Leila’s breath catches and her body learns the lesson. No more noise. Only the wet smack of crop and skin, and the heavy thud of Jada’s cock slapping wet folds before it rams inside, stretching her open, pounding deep until the bed frame creaks and the air smells of sweat and sex. Big tits bounce with every thrust. Leila’s dark hair sticks to her cheeks. She takes it, eyes glassy, body jolting, cunt clenching around every punishing inch while the crop keeps time on her ass.