Amnesiac - Part 5

Janine still has the body that made her famous, and she still loves pushing back until someone puts her in her place. Chandler pushes her down on the bed and snaps the cuffs around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head. Janine’s white-blonde hair fans out across the sheets. Her perfect tits jut up, full and round, nipples tight. Chandler works the leather strap across each breast, slow strokes that make the flesh jiggle, then a sting that leaves faint pink lines. "Thank you, Mistress," Janine breathes after each one. The belt drops between her thighs, folds damp with her heat. Chandler toys with those tits, squeezing, tugging, lifting them so she can admire the weight before letting them fall back. Every slap echoes off the walls. Janine’s voice grows hoarse, thanking her between gasps. The cuffs click again when Chandler flips her over, presenting that tight ass and the heavy breasts beneath her. The strap comes down harder now. "Thank you, Mistress." Each word gets a little rawer. The perfect tits stay front and center—breasts slapped, pinched, and licked until Janine’s voice trembles and her body arches for more.