A Whip Dance for Master Acworth

The house slaves scramble to please Mr. Mogul before Acworth arrives. They learn how to cut a cigar and serve his Scotch just right. When the big man walks in, the room is bare. No cigars, no extra girls. Rossi steps up fast. She strips and mounts the pole, hips rolling, tits swinging. Cherry rips off the slave’s top and wrists her to the pole. Rossi grinds while Cherry works her from behind. Cherry grabs a strap-on, lines up, and drives it straight into Rossi’s ass. The thrusts pound deep and steady. Cherry reaches around and works Rossi’s clit, forcing gasps and whimpers. Rossi’s face stays pressed to the pole as Cherry keeps the pressure up, pace steady, strokes ruthless. Every slap of flesh echoes. The tension stays high. No mercy. Just hard, filthy discipline until the debt feels paid.