Ass-Up And Anonymous

Codi's been stuck in a rut. Same grind every damn day, no surprises, zero thrill. She wants that wild card. The kind that flips your stomach and strips your control. She ties herself down, face in the pillows, ass high, holes on display like an open invitation. Penny walks in, stranger turned dom, strapping, cuffing, and taking ownership. Toys in every hand. Legs spread, then locked overhead. Codi stays bent, cheeks parted, pussy and ass glistening, begging for use. Penny doesn't hold back—she stretches both holes, works her mouth, leaves welts with leather and clamps. Codi bucks against the restraint but she's going nowhere. She lives for the moment her brain shuts off and Penny just uses her, cocky grin widening every time Codi moans louder.