Anna’s roped and restrained to the rack, her lithe body ready for surrender. She shuffles nervously in her awkward positioning, and we take a good long view of what she has to offer before she is hoisted up onto the device and spread wide. Now in this perch she becomes a bit more frantic, a bit more aware of what might come. She is a play-thing now, and ripe for Sasha’s desires. Sasha first admires what is before her, and Anna drools incredibly as she writhes. Before the wand is even pressed to her pussy, she is already quivering and Sasha presses it firmly against her. Toes and fist clenching, Anna is driven into submission.
