Pussy Whipped Lesbian

She struck without warning. The leather cracked across the woman’s cunt and the sound was clean, wet, alive. She waited a beat, let the sting bloom, then raised the crop again. Another lash. Another. The muscles along the bound girl’s inner thighs twitched with each stroke. The whore hung by her wrists, toes barely scraping the floor, thighs slick and parted. The dom circled her with calm, easy steps, admiring the rising weals on that soft, shaved flesh. After the sixth stroke she tossed the crop aside and pushed three fingers straight into the dripping hole. The girl gasped, jerked forward. The dom caught her by the throat, squeezed once, and pressed deeper. Hard, straight strokes. No build-up. The wet, obscene sound of her knuckles slapping the swollen lips filled the room. The bound body rocked and shook. Juice ran in hot trails down the trembling legs. She didn’t speak. She just kept thrusting until the girl came in a choked, throat-tight spasm, cunt clenching round the buried fingers in useless little spasms. Then the dom stepped behind her, spread her cheeks, and buried the thick head of the strap-on with one brutal shove. She held the girl open and fucked her hard, hips slapping, each thrust forcing the sopping cunt to suck and grip on the polished silicone. Sweat slicked the girl’s spine. Her cries tore loose with every lunge. Two climaxes later, and only then, did the dom slow. She pulled out, left the girl dripping and shaking, and ran her thumb once through the shining mess between those spread thighs before she stepped away.