Sex slave: Sandra

Mistress Lil' Bitch had found exactly what she wanted for the night—a perfect plaything to spend herself on. She started with the red leather lash, raising it over Sandra’s rounded backside and bringing it down in hard, cracking strokes. When her wrist grew tired of that, she tossed the strap aside and used her bare hand, flesh against heated flesh, smacking until every inch of Sandra’s ass carried a stinging print. Sandra’s face twisted, pleasure bleeding into pain with each slap, and the sight only spurred Mistress Lil’ Bitch forward. She hammered palm after palm, relentless, until finally Sandra’s body gave out—legs shaking, a sharp cry breaking loose—collapsing under the rush of sensation.