菲德勒有条不紊地折磨着她柔软的脚底。先是厚厚的皮拍,把她的脚后跟和足弓打得通红。然后是藤条?一个尖锐的吻让她全身猛地一震,胸部颤抖,脚趾无力地蜷缩在空中。当他解开那根长长的单鞭时,她已经彻底崩溃了。她呜咽着,口水顺着口塞流淌,就像他的新宠物一样,正如他称呼她的那样。他嘲笑她的挣扎,她破碎的自尊,每一次打击都精准无比,而她却无助地挣扎着,与当初闯入时自信满满的她判若两人。Spoiled influencer Anasteysha thought she could waltz into a restricted mansion for clout. Wrong. She crossed Fiddler and now her perfect feet are paying the price.
The smug smile vanishes fast once she's hogtied tight on his table, limbs useless behind her back. That glossy hair? Yanked back hard. That loud mouth? Stuffed with a fat ballgag that turns every shriek into pathetic gurgles. She came here to humiliate this place online. Instead, she's the one being humbled for an audience of one.
Fiddler works her soft soles methodically. Thick leather paddle first, turning her heels and arches crimson. Then the cane? a sharp kiss that makes her whole body jolt against the ropes, tits shaking, toes curling useless in the air. By the time he uncoils the long single whip, she's broken. Sobbing. Drooling around the gag like his new pet, just like he calls her. He mocks her struggling, her ruined pride, each crack landing precise while she thrashes helpless, so far from the confident bitch who broke in.