She Bit Down, She Trembled: Slave Mila Endures Cruel Cane And Strap As Miss Suzanna Maxwell Instructed - Lustful Orchid - 4K Ultra HD/MP4
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Model: Mila Grant, Miss Suzanna Maxwell
Position:
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Studio: Lustful Orchid
Format: mp4
Duration: 00:11:51
Resolution: 3840x2160
Size: 4,7 GB
Description: Mila stands naked except for sleek black stockings and a delicate suspender belt, her body poised over the spanking bench like an offering. Miss Maxwell stands tall behind her, commanding in a tight black PVC dress and towering heels that click with every step. A leather strap glides through her fingers, cold and deliberate.
"Pain brings me what?" Miss Maxwell asks.
"Pleasure," Mila replies obediently.
"Pleasure. Yes. And if you take enough to please me I will reward you today."
A livid pink stripe blooms instantly across Mila's bottom. Miss Maxwell watches the color rise with sadistic patience, then brings the strap down again, harder. A second welt flares hot beside the first. Mila moans out loud; her fingers curl around the bench's legs as the third, fourth, fifth strokes fall in perfect rhythm, each impact driving a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips.
Mila quivers as she takes the hits from the strap.
Miss Maxwell finally halts, voice quiet yet piercing: Mila has pleased her, and good girls deserve rewards. The strap is set aside. In its place, cane comes out.
Mila will now be caned, hard, but she must be entirely silent. Miss Maxwell does not want to hear a single sound coming from her lips.
Mila braces herself. The cane whistles down-a scalding white line appears across already-tender flesh. She holds still. Remains silent Miss Maxwell's smile curves, wicked, before striking again, harder, lower, painting parallel welts that ladder down to the crease where thigh meets cheek. Ten, fifteen, twenty ruthless strokes, each sharper than the last.
Mila bites down her tongue and curls her toes. She is determined not to make a sound.
Miss Maxwell is entranced. Pushing harder. Testing her Slave girl The cane rises and falls, stripe over stripe, turning Mila's bottom into a map of suffering and ecstasy. Still-Mila obeys. Still-she stays silent. Or will she? Will Mila be a good Slave girl for Miss Maxwell?
Model: Mila Grant, Miss Suzanna Maxwell
Position:
Implement:
Studio: Lustful Orchid
Format: mp4
Duration: 00:11:51
Resolution: 3840x2160
Size: 4,7 GB
Description: Mila stands naked except for sleek black stockings and a delicate suspender belt, her body poised over the spanking bench like an offering. Miss Maxwell stands tall behind her, commanding in a tight black PVC dress and towering heels that click with every step. A leather strap glides through her fingers, cold and deliberate.
"Pain brings me what?" Miss Maxwell asks.
"Pleasure," Mila replies obediently.
"Pleasure. Yes. And if you take enough to please me I will reward you today."
A livid pink stripe blooms instantly across Mila's bottom. Miss Maxwell watches the color rise with sadistic patience, then brings the strap down again, harder. A second welt flares hot beside the first. Mila moans out loud; her fingers curl around the bench's legs as the third, fourth, fifth strokes fall in perfect rhythm, each impact driving a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips.
Mila quivers as she takes the hits from the strap.
Miss Maxwell finally halts, voice quiet yet piercing: Mila has pleased her, and good girls deserve rewards. The strap is set aside. In its place, cane comes out.
Mila will now be caned, hard, but she must be entirely silent. Miss Maxwell does not want to hear a single sound coming from her lips.
Mila braces herself. The cane whistles down-a scalding white line appears across already-tender flesh. She holds still. Remains silent Miss Maxwell's smile curves, wicked, before striking again, harder, lower, painting parallel welts that ladder down to the crease where thigh meets cheek. Ten, fifteen, twenty ruthless strokes, each sharper than the last.
Mila bites down her tongue and curls her toes. She is determined not to make a sound.
Miss Maxwell is entranced. Pushing harder. Testing her Slave girl The cane rises and falls, stripe over stripe, turning Mila's bottom into a map of suffering and ecstasy. Still-Mila obeys. Still-she stays silent. Or will she? Will Mila be a good Slave girl for Miss Maxwell?
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