Sex slave: Xandra

Picture this: Mistress Lil Bitch struts in like a halo ran off with a bad crowd. ‘Santa never asks me what I want,’ she gripes. ‘This year, somebody brand-new in pink wrists. Stat.’ Someone upstairs—probably tired—gave her exactly that. Xandra shows up trussed like a Christmas goose, every knot snug and juicy. Lil Bitch doesn’t waste daylight. She plants one heel between Xandra’s shoulder blades, tips her pet forward until pretty tits kiss cold marble, then slides two fingers deep where the rope is tightest. Each thrust says the same thing: unwrap fast, enjoy slow. Xandra wriggles, grins around the gag, and the feathered freak laughs loud enough for the whole naughty list to hear.