Hard In Love #02, Scene #05

Angel opens the door still in her workout gear, muscle-hard and slick with a light sweat. The weights sit nearby—plates stacked, barbell cold. Samantha and Misha come in, and the minute they see the bench, they know why they were asked over. Angel wants Misha on camera, not in sweet light, but bound and fucked raw. Samantha tries to block it. Angel doesn’t argue; she gives the brunette one slow look and tells her to keep quiet if she wants to stay. Once the lenses start rolling, Misha climbs up in cuffs. Angel drives her onto her knees. Spit hangs off Misha’s chin while Angel pushes a thick strap-on past her lips, feeding her inches until the girl’s throat tightens and sputters. Misha's eyes glass but her tongue keeps working. Angel husks out praise—low, rough, enough to keep her open. Then the platform turns. Misha on all fours. Angel tongues her ass until the pink ring shines wet, then slips in one finger, two, stretching slow. A curved glass toy follows, pushed steady until Misha’s body seizes around it. Samantha bites her lip, trying not to reach for herself. They change out: Angel flips Misha onto her back, knees pinned high, straps the girl to the swing that hangs center-stage. The rubber cock lines up and sinks in hard, each push loud and slick. She cums with a choked cry, shaking, mascara streaking. When the count rolls to zero, Angel cuts Misha loose. The small blonde looks from one woman to the other, mouth swollen, breathing ragged, and walks to Angel. Samantha is left in the empty swing, wrists buckled, thighs splayed wide, ring-gag prying her jaw. A fat vibrating plug locked inside, set low enough to drive her mad but too weak to finish her. The motor hums against steel and skin while the remaining pair lock again—Misha’s arms around Angel, her face buried between the Domme’s thighs. Every wet sound they make reaches Samantha. Every time her muscles flutter, the swing creaks but never carries her close. She will stay right there, mouth open, cunt clenching on teasing pulses, watching what used to be hers belong to someone else.