Chanta-Rose and Girlie

Girlie drops to her knees, already shaking. Chanta grabs her chin, slaps her hard across the cheek, then squeezes her throat until the sound cuts off. Girlie gasps when the grip eases, but Chanta shoves her forward over the bench. A sharp slap lands on bare skin. The cane whistles next, striping her ass in tight, burning lines. The whip cracks right after, louder, meaner, snapping across the same welts. Chanta works an inflatable dildo into Girlie’s cunt and pumps it bigger with every squeeze of the bulb. When it feels ready to split her open, two fingers slide in alongside, stretching the hole wider still. Girlie moans around the thick silicone ball jammed between her teeth. Chanta swaps the gag for a dildo gag, straps it tight, and sinks onto the jutting shaft, riding Girlie’s face with slow, grinding rolls of her hips. When she’s had enough, she buckles on a heavy strap-on, lines up, and drives in to the hilt. Each thrust slams Girlie’s hips against the bench, the base of the toy smacking wet skin, the rhythm brutal and relentless.