I don't play nice

Mandy Bright didn’t sugarcoat a damn thing. Kathia asked to be the new play toy and Mandy came back with a line that set the mood real quick: “I don’t play nice.” Seconds later Kathia was bound wrist and ankle, rope biting deep into her skin. Mandy didn’t waste time—big, heavy dildos came out of the drawer one after another. She fed the first one straight down Kathia’s throat, making her gag and drool, then shoved the second into her ass without warning. Back and forth she worked them, stuffing both holes at once, pulling them out slick and driving them back in until Kathia’s whole body shook. Every thrust left fresh rope burns that’ll stay long after the ache fades, a loud reminder of exactly who set the rules.