Sex slave: Jessica Moore

Mandy stretches her new toy across the mat, a blonde named Jessica whose heavy breasts sway with each breath. Jessica’s full rear curves out beneath the ropes that bind her wrists to her ankles. The ropes bite into pale flesh. Each tug leaves bright lines across Jessica’s skin. Mandy attaches clear cups to Jessica’s nipples and pulls until the little peaks swell inside them, dark and taut. Jessica’s lips part around a moan. Mandy discards the pump for her crop. The leather kisses each stretched nipple once, twice—Jessica’s spine bows. Bound as she is, she can’t get away. Mandy smiles, steps behind her, and works her knees apart. One stroke slides a thick, slick plastic cock between Jessica’s folds. Mandy pushes until the toy’s tip nudges its deepest point. She thrusts, short, firm, relentless, and Jessica’s breaths hitch into broken cries. The hogtie shakes with every impact. When Jessica finally shudders apart, wetness spills around the shaft, dripping down her thighs, and she gasps like someone who’s forgotten how to stay quiet.