Aletta Ocean' cleanie slave

Aletta wanted payback. Sandra had gotten cocky last time they met, and Aletta would not let that stand. She laid into her with the whip, ordered her to scrub and serve, but none of it was real. If the person you're punishing already smells a game, there's no lesson left. Sandra got down on her knees anyway. She ate Aletta the way a greedy woman eats; tongue working deep, then the thick toy sliding in and out until Aletta's cunt clenched and dripped. The whole act was supposed to feel like punishment. Instead it felt like a feast. Sandra loved every second of it. The taste, the stretch, the wet sounds her tongue made against slick skin. So the arrogance stayed, untouched, maybe even thicker. And somewhere inside, Sandra already hoped the next lesson would be crueler.