Punish Me

Now it's Harley Jade's turn. Mona Wales glides in, blonde hair loose over her shoulders, a small smirk on her painted mouth. "Knees." The order is soft and iron-hard. Harley sinks, chin tipped up just enough to meet Mona's eyes. Her cunt gives a quiet clench. Mona pushes two manicured fingers into her own mouth, wets them, then slips her hand under the denim shorts still plastered to Harley. She finds slick heat and laughs once, low. "Already dripping." She circles the swollen clit until Harley’s hips chase forward and that laugh becomes a whisper against the girl’s ear: "You’ll work for every inch." Moments later Harley is bare-assed on the mattress, legs splayed wide. Mona kneels above her, grabs Harley’s wrists, pins them over her head. The thick silicone cock between Mona’s thighs nudges Harley’s entrance, then presses in one steady slide until her pubic bone grinds against Harley’s. The thrust knocks a gasp out of both of them. They set a filthy pace—hard, deliberate strokes—fucking the daylights out of each other. Harley bucks upward; Mona rides the motion, never relenting until the harness straps leave angry lines across her hips. Sweat glues stray hair to Mona’s throat; she drags Harley’s mouth to it, lets the girl suck bruises into the skin. When Mona finally drops her hand and works two fingers over Harley’s pulsing clit, Harley breaks. She cums with a sharp, helpless sound, thighs clamping around Mona’s wrist. Mona follows, one deep grind and a choked curse, cunt spasming around the base of the strap inside her. The bed creaks, sheets damp beneath them, their breath ragged and matched.