Service Session: Heart's Redemption

Holly Heart has been working hard. Her discipline shows. Monday finds Cherry Torn bent and bound, ass up, cheeks spread. Cherry wants it deep. Holly grabs two fat plastic bats and lines them up. One pushes into Cherry’s soaked cunt while the second opens her ass. Cherry grunts, face pressed to the floor, wrists locked behind her back. Every inch disappears. The bats slide in and out, thick shafts forcing her holes wider with each stroke. Cherry’s muscles shake, but she takes it. Holly keeps the rhythm steady—hard, fast, merciless. Sweat streaks Cherry’s spine. The wood never stops moving. Holes stretch, clench, surrender. Cherry gasps each time the thick heads bottom out. She came here to serve. She stays there, split open, taking every punishing thrust until both bats are buried to the grips.