Mistress Kara Gets Revenge on Ariel X

Kara's whipped every girl who ever stepped on the mats. Every one but Ariel. Now she's got her. Trussed up in the locker room, arms lashed overhead, legs spread wide, skin raw under the lights. Ariel's body is hers to wreck. Kara starts with the gut. Short, hard rights that land below the ribs, driving the air out of Ariel in wet gasps. Another shot folds her forward, spit stringing from her lip. Thighs next. Kara works those quads until they quiver, then slaps Ariel open-handed across the face, snapping her head sideways twice. Each slap leaves a bright print. Satisfied, Kara climbs. She straddles Ariel's mouth, grinding down until the bound woman's tongue has no choice but to work. Kara rides that face, hips rocking, thighs clamped tight until she shudders and leaves Ariel gasping beneath her. She flips Ariel onto knees and elbows. One crack across the ass, then another, until the skin blooms cherry-red and the muscles twitch. Kara watches the heat spread, then jams the thick strap-on between parted lips and drives straight to the back of Ariel's throat. Deep, relentless strokes that make her gag and drool down her own chin. When Kara's bored of the mouth, she shifts lower. One long thrust splits Ariel's cunt; the next shoves into her ass without mercy. Kara works both holes in turn, pounding until Ariel's cries break into raw, helpless sounds. This isn't the last time she'll take her. It's the first.