Mrs. Venom's Intimate Punishment

Mrs. Venom walks in like the decision has already been made. Laney Grey waits by the bed in nothing but a thin white tank, nipples pushing hard against the cotton. The older woman peels it off slowly, leaving Laney’s natural tits bare and heavy. A soft sigh slips out when Mrs. Venom cups one breast, thumb circling until the nipple pebbles tight. She gives a small, satisfied nod, then nudges Laney onto her back. The toy waits on the nightstand—sleek, black, already slick. Mrs. Venom turns it on low, the hum filling the quiet room. She presses the head just above Laney’s clit first, letting the pulse tease before sliding lower. Laney’s thighs spread wider on their own. When the vibrator finally nudges inside, her mouth falls open in a silent moan. Mrs. Venom works it in steady strokes, deep then shallow, never rushing. Each time Laney tries to grind faster, Mrs. Venom’s free hand pins her hip to the sheets. The lesson is control. The pleasure stays exactly where Mrs. Venom puts it. Sweat beads along Laney’s collarbone. Her tits rise and fall faster. When release finally breaks, it rolls through her in tight, helpless waves, and Mrs. Venom holds the toy steady until the last tremor fades.