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Ritual Observance
Toy
Arson Leigh takes her time with the little slut. She runs her tongue across Hazel's tits, tastes the soft skin, traces her fingers along the curve of each breast. Hazel sighs under her touch, already pliant. Then Arson decides she's had enough. She wraps her fingers in the girl's hair and yanks. Hazel drops, knees hitting hardwood. The taller woman drags her across the floor to the mirror. Their eyes meet in the glass. Arson slides two fingers past Hazel's lips, pumps them in and out until strings of spit drip from the girl's chin. Hazel watches, glassy-eyed, throat working around the intrusion. Arson moves next to the nipples. She snaps on the clamps, watches them bite. Hazel whimpers, then yelps when the chain is tugged, each pull a sharp burst of pain that melts into heat between her thighs. Arson grins, feeds off every sound. She keeps moving, probing every hole with wicked precision, until she fits the dildo gag into Hazel's mouth and buckles it tight. The rubber cock juts obscenely from her face. Arson sits back, spreads her legs, and guides the toy home. Hazel rocks on her knees, fucking the woman with her mouth like the toy she was promised to be. Spit runs down Arson's folds, every thrust wet and loud. When Arson finally comes, she catches her breath, grabs the Hitachi, spits on Hazel's bare cunt, and presses the buzzing head against her clit. The clamps stay on, tugging with every tremor. Hazel moans around the gag, hips jerking. She begs to come, voice broken, eyes wet, every nerve lit and owned.
Arson Leigh takes her time with the little slut. She runs her tongue across Hazel's tits, tastes the soft skin, traces her fingers along the curve of each breast. Hazel sighs under her touch, already pliant. Then Arson decides she's had enough. She wraps her fingers in the girl's hair and yanks. Hazel drops, knees hitting hardwood. The taller woman drags her across the floor to the mirror. Their eyes meet in the glass. Arson slides two fingers past Hazel's lips, pumps them in and out until strings of spit drip from the girl's chin. Hazel watches, glassy-eyed, throat working around the intrusion. Arson moves next to the nipples. She snaps on the clamps, watches them bite. Hazel whimpers, then yelps when the chain is tugged, each pull a sharp burst of pain that melts into heat between her thighs. Arson grins, feeds off every sound. She keeps moving, probing every hole with wicked precision, until she fits the dildo gag into Hazel's mouth and buckles it tight. The rubber cock juts obscenely from her face. Arson sits back, spreads her legs, and guides the toy home. Hazel rocks on her knees, fucking the woman with her mouth like the toy she was promised to be. Spit runs down Arson's folds, every thrust wet and loud. When Arson finally comes, she catches her breath, grabs the Hitachi, spits on Hazel's bare cunt, and presses the buzzing head against her clit. The clamps stay on, tugging with every tremor. Hazel moans around the gag, hips jerking. She begs to come, voice broken, eyes wet, every nerve lit and owned.