Mistress Kira Veritas and Eve

Mistress Kira circles Eve like she’s already paid for the privilege. Eve kneels, black hair spilling down her back, shoulders bare, mouth forced open by the black ball gag strapped tight behind her head. The Asian woman’s eyes are sharp. She’s studying the blonde like she’s deciding where to start. Eve breathes hard through her nose, saliva already slipping down her chin, dripping onto her chest. Kira grabs a fistful of that blonde hair and yanks Eve’s head back, forcing her to look up. The gag stretches her jaw wider. Eve’s thighs tremble. Kira’s gloved hand slides under the blonde’s chin, holding her there a second too long, the kind of pause that says everything without a word. Then she pushes her down again, face-first into the floor, ass up, exposed, waiting. Eve doesn’t fight it. She waits for the next thing Kira decides to take.