Köle Mila'nın önden kalçasını sopalıyor sahibe roxy

Mila sits blindfolded, tied to a chair, trembling as Miss Roxy demands to know her secret. I'm innocent, I plead, my voice shaking, but Miss Roxy just laughs, knowing I'm hiding something. She brings out the cane, tapping it against my bare thighs before the first strike lands, sharp and stinging. I gasp, my legs tensing as she delivers stroke after stroke, each one leaving a burning welt. Still, I don't confess. Miss Roxy steps closer, her fingers slick with ginger, and I whimper as she presses it deep inside my bottom. The heat builds fast, making me squirm and moan. She continues the caning, her heels digging into my bruised thighs, her hands squeezing the tender marks. I cry out, tears soaking the blindfold, my body on fire. Will I break and give up my secret, or will my devotion keep me silent?