Breast Punishment: Kym Wilde and Ivy

Ivy walks back in. Same eyes, same body, same need. Kym doesn't waste time. She straps Ivy down tight, ropes biting skin, and pushes a fat ball gag between her teeth. One muffled moan and the real game starts. Ivy's tits take the first strike, bare and open, and the sting blooms fast. Kym works fast after that. Slaps, clamps, hard squeezes that turn flesh red and hot. Every hit lands exactly where it hurts most, and every sound Ivy makes gets swallowed by the gag. Kym keeps going, switching between heavy hands and colder toys, pushing Ivy deeper into the pain. Ivy's breathing turns ragged. Her body fights and fails, hips bucking against the ropes, but there's no getting loose. Kym watches her the whole time, eyes dark, mouth set. When she pulls Ivy's ass up and works her open, it's not gentle. It's another kind of punishment, steady and deep, until Ivy's shaking from both ends and Kym still hasn't had enough. The ropes stay tight. The gag stays wet. Ivy stays right where Kym wants her.