Heaven Lee and Chanta-Rose

Chanta has Heaven Lee right where she wants her. First the hold, then another, until Heaven’s shoulders burn and she can’t breathe right. The cane cuts across her ass each time she fights the grip, sharp lines blooming hot and mean. When the brush comes out the strokes are cruel and quick—bristles and wood, over and over, until Heaven’s skin is screaming. Only then does Chanta strap on. She pins Heaven’s throat with one forearm and drives the cock in deep, anal, no mercy, each thrust timed to the choke. Heaven gasps and gags but her tongue stays busy once she’s flipped onto her back; first taste, wet and shocking, and she keeps at it while the strapon keeps working her open from behind.