Stevie lays across the ottoman, her panties and shorts pulled down. A long vicious strap deceneds across both cheeks, crying out loudly. Ordered to hold still and keep her bottom pushed up, she begs and kicks as her bottom is leathered. Building intensity, Stevie begins to sob and is given a break, crying softly into the couch. Tears don’t pay repair bills, and he is determined to take his satisfaction out of her backside.
