With a secure hold on the struggling wench, Maeve turns and pushes Ivy face down on the bed. Pulling the girls arm into a lock behind her back, she rips a strip of her tattered top off before pulling Ivy's other arm back. Maeve moves to bind Ivy's wrists together behind her back. Though Ivy struggles, in a test of strength she's no match for the larger woman and very soon her arms are bound. Maeve hitches up her skirt and straddles the wench's back, planting her plump but firm ass on Ivy's shoulders and facing back towards her wriggling bare bottom.<br/><br/><strong>"If you're not going to help then at least give me your belt you useless lummox."</strong>Maeve snaps at Cyrus as he watches the women and laughing.<br/><br/>Cyrus shrugs and pulls his leather belt free and tosses it onto the bed. The victorious redhead snatches up the belt and folds it in half and slaps her palm with the strap.<br/><br/><strong>"Lay it on nice and hard Maeve."</strong>Cyrus encourages his partner.<strong>"Let me see that tight little behind glowing red."</strong>