Berlin Submits

Berlin's back, poured into black latex that barely contains those heavy tits. Her nipples stand out in the open air. Isis starts with orders, sharp and low, the kind you don't disobey. She slaps the weight of Berlin's breasts, red handprints rising fast, then turns her around and works that ass with the same cruel rhythm. Berlin's breathing hard before she even touches the floor. When Isis spreads her thighs, Berlin knows the order and gets busy, mouth open, licking until her chin shines. After that, the ropes come out. Isis puts her in one helpless position after another. Clothespins march down Berlin's breasts in tight rows, the zipper yanks them free in a single brutal pull. A fat ball gag stretches her jaw, turning every moan into a wet muffled sound. A thick strap-on follows, Isis sinking it deep while Berlin strains in her bonds. Every thrust rocks her bound tits. She comes hard, again and again, shaking, drooling past the gag. The latex creaks. Her skin is marked. Isis doesn't let up until the last climax leaves Berlin limp and glassy-eyed.