Amber's Stripped Performance

Amber becomes a star
Sarah's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Amber's neck as she bucked the choker one final notch tighter, the leather biting deep enough to leave angry red welts blooming across her pale skin. Amber's huge blue eyes bulged, tears spilling over her plump, injected lips as she wheezed for air, her tiny body trembling in the flimsy PVC dress that clung like a second skin to her exaggerated curves.

Those massive tits, swollen from the surgery Sarah had bullied her into, heaved with each desperate gasp, the hot pink bustier squeezing them upward until they threatened to spill out entirely, nipples hardening into stiff peaks against the lace.

"That's it, you pathetic little cumdump," Sarah snarled, her voice dripping with sadistic glee as she slapped Amber's cheek hard enough to snap her head to the side. The sting radiated through Amber's face, mixing with the dull ache in her throat, but she didn't dare fight back.

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed with the club's music, the choker still digging in as he wrapped a hand around it, squeezing until her face turned purple, veins popping in her neck.

With a final tug on the choker, Sarah released Amber, who slumped forward, coughing and clutching at her throat, the restricted airflow leaving her lightheaded and pliant. Sarah smeared fresh gloss over her lips, making them shine like wet cock-sucking invitations, then clipped a thin silver chain leash to the collar's ring.

"Time to go, pets. The boys at the club are waiting to pump you full of junk and cum, Amber. And you," she jabbed a nail into Jamie's shoulder, "get to film it all for my friend. Make sure you catch every brutal thrust, every choke, every load glazing her bimbo face."

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed with the club's music, the choker still digging in as he wrapped a hand around it, squeezing until her face turned purple, veins popping in her neck.

With a final tug on the choker, Sarah released Amber, who slumped forward, coughing and clutching at her throat, the restricted airflow leaving her lightheaded and pliant. Sarah smeared fresh gloss over her lips, making them shine like wet cock-sucking invitations, then clipped a thin silver chain leash to the collar's ring.

"Time to go, pets. The boys at the club are waiting to pump you full of junk and cum, Amber. And you," she jabbed a nail into Jamie's shoulder, "get to film it all for my friend. Make sure you catch every brutal thrust, every choke, every load glazing her bimbo face."

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed with the club's music, the choker still digging in as he wrapped a hand around it, squeezing until her face turned purple, veins popping in her neck.

With a final tug on the choker, Sarah released Amber, who slumped forward, coughing and clutching at her throat, the restricted airflow leaving her lightheaded and pliant. Sarah smeared fresh gloss over her lips, making them shine like wet cock-sucking invitations, then clipped a thin silver chain leash to the collar's ring.

"Time to go, pets. The boys at the club are waiting to pump you full of junk and cum, Amber. And you," she jabbed a nail into Jamie's shoulder, "get to film it all for my friend. Make sure you catch every brutal thrust, every choke, every load glazing her bimbo face."

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed with the club's music, the choker still digging in as he wrapped a hand around it, squeezing until her face turned purple, veins popping in her neck.

With a final tug on the choker, Sarah released Amber, who slumped forward, coughing and clutching at her throat, the restricted airflow leaving her lightheaded and pliant. Sarah smeared fresh gloss over her lips, making them shine like wet cock-sucking invitations, then clipped a thin silver chain leash to the collar's ring.

"Time to go, pets. The boys at the club are waiting to pump you full of junk and cum, Amber. And you," she jabbed a nail into Jamie's shoulder, "get to film it all for my friend. Make sure you catch every brutal thrust, every choke, every load glazing her bimbo face."

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed with the club's music, the choker still digging in as he wrapped a hand around it, squeezing until her face turned purple, veins popping in her neck.

With a final tug on the choker, Sarah released Amber, who slumped forward, coughing and clutching at her throat, the restricted airflow leaving her lightheaded and pliant. Sarah smeared fresh gloss over her lips, making them shine like wet cock-sucking invitations, then clipped a thin silver chain leash to the collar's ring.

"Time to go, pets. The boys at the club are waiting to pump you full of junk and cum, Amber. And you," she jabbed a nail into Jamie's shoulder, "get to film it all for my friend. Make sure you catch every brutal thrust, every choke, every load glazing her bimbo face."

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed with the club's music, the choker still digging in as he wrapped a hand around it, squeezing until her face turned purple, veins popping in her neck.

With a final tug on the choker, Sarah released Amber, who slumped forward, coughing and clutching at her throat, the restricted airflow leaving her lightheaded and pliant. Sarah smeared fresh gloss over her lips, making them shine like wet cock-sucking invitations, then clipped a thin silver chain leash to the collar's ring.

"Time to go, pets. The boys at the club are waiting to pump you full of junk and cum, Amber. And you," she jabbed a nail into Jamie's shoulder, "get to film it all for my friend. Make sure you catch every brutal thrust, every choke, every load glazing her bimbo face."

They dragged her out to the car, Amber stumbling on her heels, the leash pulling her along like a leashed bitch in heat. Jamie knelt there like the spineless worm he was, his skinny fingers fumbling with the last garter clip on her thigh-high stockings, his cock twitching traitoriously in his pants at the sight.

He couldn't look away from the way the petticoats rustled against her smooth, shaved thighs, or how her pierced clit glinted faintly under the hem of that slutty skirt. He couldn't help but think about all the ways he could make Amber's life harder, her worse than other women.

Sarah grabbed a fistful of Amber's platinum blonde hair--now teased into a wild, bimbo mane that screamed 'easy meat'--and yanked her head back, exposing the choker's cruel embrace. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded, shoving two fingers past those bee-stung lips and into Amber's mouth, pumping them like a cock to make her gag.

Saliva dribbled down Amber's chin, soaking into the lace gloves that encased her hands, as Sarah worked her over roughly. Jamie's breath hitched, his hand instinctively dropping to his crotch, rubbing the pathetic bulge while he watched his wife reduced to this.

"Jamie, you worthless cuck," Sarah sneered, glancing down at him with contempt. "Get her heels on. We're not done prepping this whore for the club." He scrambled to obey, his shaky hands sliding the sky-high pink stilettos onto Amber's feet, buckling them tight around her ankles. She wobbled unsteadily, the height forcing her ass to jut out invitingly, the PVC skirt riding up to flash her bare, dripping pussy.

He rammed into her without mercy, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide, pounding with savage force that made her enhanced tits bounce wildly. Amber's strangled moans mixed

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