Punished Maid

Lea Lexis cleans on a short leash, wrists cuffed behind her. A red ball gag keeps her mouth wide. Her tits strain against the French maid costume, sweat already beading at her cleavage. Sandra watches from the doorway, tapping a leather crop against her palm. She isn’t pleased. A few lashes across the thighs push Lea down to her knees. Sandra yanks the gag out, replaces it with two gloved fingers, then her tongue, tasting her own spit on Lea’s lips. She slaps the maid’s face—not hard, just enough to redden the cheek—then spins her around and bends her over the marble counter. The crop lands on bare skin, painting red stripes. Sandra spreads the cheeks, spits on the tight ring, and works a lubed thumb inside. Lea whimpers; Sandra answers with a deeper thrust. She lines up a thick strap-on, slides it past the thumb, and sinks in slow until her hips meet flesh. Every stroke is deliberate. She pulls out, smears the slick cock across Lea’s cunt, then drives it in there too—pussy first, then back to the ass, switching holes until both are gaping and used. Sandra keeps the chain taut, forces Lea to hold eye contact in the mirror while she comes, grinding deep. When she finally pulls out, she wipes the dripping strap across Lea’s tongue, makes her clean it, then snaps the gag back in. The maid stays bent, breathing hard, holes twitching, still dripping down her thighs.