Haight Street Whore

Sinn drags Ela straight off the street, leaves her shaking inside the doll case, and the door clicks shut. Alone in the dark she hears every buckle and clamp snap into place. When the lid lifts, Ela is already wet. Sinn never goes soft. She pins the blonde down, clamps her nipples hard, and forces her knees apart. Ela licks the offered foot because she wants to please, tongue sliding between toes while she trembles. The brunette laughs, spreads her cheeks, and sits on Ela’s face, riding until she gets the tongue deep where it belongs. She shoves a thick strap-on past soaked lips and straight up Ela’s ass. Every thrust knocks the clamps loose; every moan earns a slap. Ela comes loud the first time, then harder the second, and she keeps coming because Sinn won’t stop. Sweat and spit run down pale skin. Ela stays bound and used until her voice breaks and the only thing left is the slap of leather on tender flesh.