Amber Ivy Anal Slave

I tied Amber Ivy down and shoved a gag between her teeth so I could test whether she deserved the fat cock waiting in the other room. With a flogger I painted her ass cheeks a hot pink, made her moan my name—Mistress Joanna—and twisted those fat, rosy nipples until she dripped onto the sheets. When I shoved a thick plug into her eager hole, her cunt clenched and glistened, begging without words. She asked nicely, voice muffled around rubber, so I grabbed her by the hair and marched her over to Ramon’s waiting length. He drove straight past her lips and down her throat, then flipped her over and pounded both holes until she sprayed across the mattress. Nothing cleans the spirit like total surrender—and nothing tastes better than a hot load across your face.