Shawn Lesser and Kym Wilde

Kym Wilde has Shawna Lesser bent and bound, black hair spilling across her face. Rope bites into pale wrists. Kym works a slick finger past the tight ring of muscle, then follows it with the thick head of a strap-on. Shawna gasps, body arching against the restraints. Every thrust comes deeper, harder. Kym grips a fistful of dark hair, yanks Shawna’s head back, and slams in again. Sweat rolls down Shawna’s spine. The only sounds are the wet slap of flesh and the creak of leather. Shawna takes it all, wrists straining, breath coming ragged. Kym doesn’t ease up until Shawna’s shaking and spent.