Anastasia gets dominated

Anastasia Pierce breaks pattern. She lies back, wrists pulled wide, ankles pinned, and the woman above her is not a woman she expected to fear. The dom wears a full leather suit zipped to a point above her head, eyes and mouth cut out, everything else sealed tight. She looks like the cover model from an old hammer film only black latex instead of dungeon walls. She works a thick strap-on with practiced ease, pushes it slick and heavy between Anastasia’s legs until it fills her and holds her open, then grinds at a measured, merciless pace. Each thrust knocks Anastasia higher, breath shorter. When the masked stranger adds the second toy to her ass and works both together the stretch is obscene and deliberate. Anastasia’s hips rise to meet the intrusion, thighs shaking, mouth open around a low continuous moan. The dom never stops moving, rolling her pelvis, forcing every inch inside, leather creaking each time she drives forward. The slow grind becomes hard and precise, ending when Anastasia’s back arches off the sheets and her voice cracks as she comes.