A Friend For Dinner

Jelena can't speak. Dana has shoved a ball gag between her teeth and cinched a leash around her neck. Barking orders, Dana jerks the collar and forces her down to crawl. Every time Jelena slows, Dana cracks her palm across Jelena's tits, and the sharp slap only makes Jelena's cunt wetter. She twists Jelena's nipples, stretches and wrings them until her back bows. Leaning close, Dana drags her tongue across the rubber ball, eyes locked on Jelena's—giving a taste she won't get. Then she shoves Jelena onto the couch and starts laying the leather whip across her ass, bright stripes blooming red across pale flesh. Each strike sends fresh slick down Jelena's thighs. "Want me to fuck you?" Dana hisses. "Earn it." She whips the arch of Jelena's foot, then soothes the sting with her mouth, sucking each toe. When the gag comes out, Dana stuffs her own damp panties between Jelena's lips, grazing them with a quick, filthy kiss. On hands and knees, Dana tugs the leash until Jelena buries her tongue in her ass, working it deep, face wet, breathing hard. Slamming onto her back, Jelena screams as Dana's hand slaps her bare cunt, sharp and steady until she's dripping onto the cushions. Finally Dana spreads her open and dives in, fucking that soaked pussy with quick, ruthless strokes until Jelena comes again and again, every spasm a victory Dana's already claimed.