Fetish files

Sonya pushed further this time. She became the domme. Lisa lay bound, nipple clamps biting into tender flesh while Sonya gripped the chain between them and pulled her into position. The metal rod gleamed in her other hand. Without ceremony she drove it deep into Lisa's ass, every thrust hard and deliberate, the wet sounds loud and shameless in the room. Lisa gasped and Sonya kept pushing. Then she straddled Lisa's face, lowering her soaked cunt over her mouth until Lisa had no choice but to take every inch. Breath caught. Sonya rocked steadily, working the rod in Lisa's ass while her thighs pressed tighter. Lisa struggled and Sonya kept her there, hips grinding, using her mouth until Lisa was slick and shaking beneath her.