Misha's heart races as she's secured to the cross, her brother taking charge. He runs a finger along her slit, feeling her wetness, smirking. He trails the tip of a crop up her thigh, over her stomach, between her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She squirms, her breath ragged. He leans in, capturing her mouth in a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring hers. He pulls back, leaving her breathless, before landing a sharp smack on her pussy with the crop. She cries out, her body jolting, her cunt clenching, yearning for more.