Dusty and Cowgirl

Dusty took the cane and let it fly. The first crack landed hard across Cowgirl's skin, leaving a thick, angry welt that bloomed red under the lights. She swung again and again, each strike sinking deeper, each mark rising hotter. Cowgirl jerked in her ropes, breath breaking, but she held still and took every stroke. When the cane finally dropped, Dusty grabbed the strap-on and shoved in without warning. Cowgirl's back arched sharp, her asshole stretched tight around the thick toy. Dusty fucked her hard, driving in with heavy, steady thrusts that left no room to breathe. The wet sound of it filled the room, skin slapping skin, until Cowgirl's legs started to shake. Dusty pulled out, hauled her onto the sybian, and strapped her down tight. The machine kicked to life between her thighs. Cowgirl tried to twist away, but the ropes kept her pinned, her cunt pressed flat against the relentless vibration. Every time she came, Dusty left the speed where it was, forcing her through another orgasm before she had the chance to come down. The welts on her ass burned fresh each time she clenched. She shook, gasped, begged, and still the machine kept going, tearing one climax after another out of her until her voice went hoarse and her body went limp against the restraints.