Femdom Fight Club

Lea pins Mona's wrists above her head on the hotel bed, knees planted on either side of her hips. She's laughing low in her throat. Mona is already flushed and wet, trying not to arch up. Lea told the husband to stay in the armchair and watch. She's making a lesson of his wife. She kisses hard, tongues sliding, then bites at Mona's bottom lip. One hand slips between her legs and starts rubbing circles on her clit through soaked silk. Mona gasps, hips twitching. Lea pulls the panties aside and sinks two fingers in deep. Slow, then faster, twisting as she curls them to hit that spot just right. "This cunt is mine tonight," she says. "Your husband's permission means shit." Mona's thighs shake. She spreads them wider on instinct. Lea strips off her bra, presses their tits together, and works a third finger in, fucking her with purpose while she grinds her thumb across the clit again. Mona is moaning, loud, cursing. She comes once, hard, clenching, but Lea doesn't stop. She flips her, yanks her hips up, and slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint before sinking back inside with four fingers now, palm wet. Mona whimpers into the sheets, pushing back. Another orgasm rolls through her minutes later. Lea jerks the husband's pants open and makes him jerk off in silence while she makes his wife come again and again. She keeps her gaze on him the whole time. When Mona's spent and shaking, Lea drags her forward by the hair and has her kneel, licking every finger clean. Then she mounts her face and rides until she comes on her tongue, thighs quaking, one hand braced on the headboard. She looks down at Mona after, says, "Next time you think about cheating, remember this." Then to the husband: "Clean up the mess you started." The room reeks of sweat and pussy. Nobody argues.