Bitchcraft #07, Scene #01

Chayse Evans towers over Kristina Rose, all legs and hunger. Her black latex clings like a second skin while she wears nothing else but a pair of red pumps that click across the floor. Kristina is half naked, half ridiculous—Mad Hatter hat perched on her head, pink ballgag jammed between her teeth, sheer pantyhose hugging her hips. They crawl down the hallway, asses high, breath already ragged. Chayse slaps the meat of Kristina’s ass, hard enough to echo. Another slap. The smaller woman buries her face between Chayse’s cheeks and inhales like she needs it to live. Chayse flips her onto her back, plants her heels by Kristina’s ears, and spreads her open. She drags her tongue across the slick folds, sucks at the swollen clit, spanking the inside of one trembling thigh whenever Kristina squirms. The screams that follow are raw; safe volume is personal choice. Then Chayse swings around and they work each other, mouths busy, spit sliding down thighs. Kristina rises, settles on Chayse’s face, rocks until her thighs shake. The tide turns fast. Kristina slaps Chayse across the tits, then the face, red prints blooming on pale skin. She grins around the gag when Chayse finally surrenders to the sting. But surrender never lasts long with these two. Chayse returns to the offense, works a thick plug past Kristina’s rim, twists each hard nipple until she yelps, and grinds a vibrator right against the soaking cunt. Words pour out of her—filthy, constant, loud. Finally, roles flip one more time. Kristina pulls the plug free, slicks fresh lube across Chayse’s hole, and pushes inside with two steady fingers. Chayse grits her teeth. Payback tastes sweet in any flavor.