Summer Cummings and Kym Wilde

Kym Wilde drags Summer Cummings across the floor by a leash. The heavy collar bites into her neck, pulling her tits forward, and she crawls on hands and knees with her ass high. Kym jerks the lead whenever she slows. A bare-handed slap cracks across one cheek, then the next, leaving red prints that darken by the second. Summer’s breasts swing under her with every jolt. Kym yanks her upright only to bend her over a low bench, wrists cuffed behind her back. Summer’s lips part, half protest, half need. Kym spreads her ass, spits once, and pushes two slick fingers straight in. Summer’s moan breaks into a gasp when the fingers twist deeper. Kym replaces them with her strap-on, driving the thick shaft in one steady thrust that makes Summer’s whole body lurch. She fucks her hard—short, sharp strokes that force every inch past the ring of muscle until Summer’s breathing turns ragged. Kym keeps the leash short, using it to yank Summer’s head back each time she slams home, keeping the rhythm cruel and steady. Every thrust lands with a wet slap. Summer’s tits bounce and scrape the bench beneath her while the collar tightens and loosens with every pull. Kym never eases off, never lets her forget who holds the lead.