Titbuster

Linda Ray learns it through her tits. Miss Katy Parker doesn't play. She squeezes and twists, pulls and crushes, working those soft, sensitive breasts until Linda's cries echo through the room. The girl fights at first, shoulders drawn tight, but her resistance melts under steady pressure. Tears spill. Her voice cracks. By the time Katy steps back, Linda's nipples throb, red and swollen, and she's already begging without words. The surrender shows in her hips. Katy tells her to climb onto the toy, and Linda obeys, spreading her thighs, sinking down with a wet sound that makes her blush deeper. Every inch stretches her open. She rides slow at first, then faster when the Mistress snaps her fingers. Linda fucks herself exactly the way she's told, breath hitching, fingers digging into her own thighs. Her cries turn high and ragged each time she drops to the base. Katy watches. When she says come, Linda does, body jerking, voice breaking on the word please. And when Katy tells her to do it again, Linda nods through the shaking and starts moving once more.