I don't play nice

That's what Mandy Bright said when Kathia begged to be her new toy. Mandy gave her exactly what she asked for. She bound Kathia tight, wrists crossed behind her back, chest thrust forward. Rope bit into soft flesh, the pressure sweet and relentless. Then Mandy showed her what play really meant. She worked the heavy dildos into Kathia's mouth first, sliding the thick shaft over her tongue until spit ran down her chin. When she pressed the same toy between Kathia's cheeks, her slick saliva eased the way. Inch by thick inch, Mandy opened her up. Kathia felt herself stretch, her own taste still coating the silicone that now filled her ass. Every thrust hit deeper, every clench of her body drawing another low moan. The ropes burned, then settled into a constant throb. Hours later the marks would still be there, purple and raised, souvenirs she could trace with her fingers long after Mandy had finished with her.