Princess Donna and Cecilia Vega

Donna stays behind. Budapest still feels unfinished, and Cecilia Vega's body is the loose end she needs to tie up. Steve Holmes is the one holding the rope. They start standing. Their nipples get clipped together, each pair stretched to the same wooden beam. Any shift forward, any thrust, sends a sharp pull through the chain. Steve fucks them anyway. Each pump makes the pain flare and the wetness drip down their thighs. Donna takes it quiet and mean. Cecilia whimpers in that pretty French accent like she's already sorry. Later Donna is on all fours, spine rigid under Cecilia's full weight. Cecilia is laid across her back like dead game, legs spread, holes open. Steve drives into both women in turn. Donna's arms shake, her knees burn, but she stays locked. Cecilia gets it harder for the trouble she's causing. He fingers their asses, spreads spit, works them open until the thick head pushes in and stays there. The sounds are slick and filthy. Cecilia licks Donna's stretched rim while Steve pounds the other hole. Donna gags on him next, eyes watering, throat working like she was built for it. Cecilia squirts across the floor, clear and sudden, and Steve keeps fucking her through the mess. Donna comes with a choked sound, nipple clamps biting, face pressed to the boards. Pain keeps flipping into heat and neither of them taps out. They just take more.