Bramble found the clip online: Tonya’s party kiss, uploaded for clout, hashtagged #DesperateSlut. One million views later, Bramble’s relationship is ash—and she’s ready to make Tonya’s world burn just as hot.
Nightfall.
Tonya’s plush apartment becomes her stage of downfall. Fiddler slips the lock; Bramble storms in, preparing all her anger. Rope cut her skin as it roll above the wrists, ankles, elbows—not a single inch of escape. Tonya’s lace lingerie is peeled into a twisted frame: tits spilling, ass arched, soles bare and already flinching.
Then the real show starts:
Fiddler’s leather belt whistles, burns soft arches with stinging precision. Each snap draws a muffled squeal. Bramble films every pathetic moan with her camera. But soon she trades the phone for a riding crop, doubling the rhythm on tender pads. Soles redden, toes curl, the camera zooms on every quivering wrinkle. Between lashes, Bramble spits insults: “Still think likes feel better than this?”
Bramble’s manicured fingers shove a crimson ballgag between glossy lips; the muffled protests only fuel the blaze. She presses her palm to Tonya’s throat, watching mascara streak as eyes glaze upward. “Smile for your close-up, bitch.”
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