Mandy's treasure

Locked in that wooden box for two days, Jesika has waited. The lid finally opens. Mandy pulls her out, and Jesika sees at once she might have preferred the dark. Mandy clips her wrists and ankles into spreaders, leaving the girl open on the floor. With no ceremony she sinks a thick dildo between Jesika’s thighs and begins to work it—steady, ruthless strokes that drive the air from the younger woman’s lungs.