Breast Attention: Dusty

Dustys bound tits are front and center when the clamp comes down. She stands stripped and shaking in the sterile light, wrists lashed behind her back, a fat ball gag stretching her jaw wide. The leather bites into her shoulders as the first strike lands across those pale swells. Heat blooms under the crop. She jerks but the rope holds. Another smack. Then another. Each blow lands deliberate and heavy, turning the soft flesh a throbbing pink. Her nipples harden under the sting, begging for more, and she takes it, gagged and helpless, breath rasping through her nose while the cane keeps count.