Good Puppy

Vai looks strung up like a prize bitch. Wrists cinched tight behind her back, leather straps biting into skin. Bobbi doesn’t waste time. She drops low, spreads Vai open, and works her tongue straight into that tight Asian ass. No teasing. Just raw hunger. Vai’s moans bounce off the walls. Then the fist comes out. Slick, merciless, pushing past the ring until knuckles disappear. Vai’s legs shake, but Bobbi’s not finished. She stands, straps on thick black silicone, and slams in hard. Every thrust knocks the air out of Vai’s lungs. The cattle prod crackles. One wrong move and it kisses bare flesh, sending shocks through taut muscles. Electro pads hum against wet pussy lips while the strap-on keeps pounding. Vai fights the ropes, sweat dripping down her spine. She’s not going anywhere. Bobbi grabs her hair, yanks her head back, and grinds deeper. One hole after another gets used, claimed, stretched. This isn’t play. It’s possession.