Sex slave: Bonny

Dora and Mandy, thick as thieves, swing open the door to give Bonny the night she'll never forget. Their girl's already hogtied on the bed, sweat dried, body aching from hours spent waiting. No hellos. They roll her legs higher, snap cold steel clamps onto Bonny's swollen lips and give each a sharp yank. Bonny gasps, then moans, caught between pain and heat. Mandy oils up her knuckles, fucks her own fist into Bonny's ass slow, then deeper. She's opened, stretched around each thick bump of knuckles, gasping while Dora climbs behind and squeezes her own fingers in too—both fists now crammed up Bonny's ass in this crazy double fisting. Their girl buckles, filthy cries mixing with heavy wet sounds as they take turns driving deeper. Bonny's dripping, stretched wider than she'd ever admit, greedy for every push, every dirty twist. Dora laughs low, tells her she's soaking the sheets. “Ass like a junkyard now, one more clench and it's wrecking night.”