Top Wet Girls #10, Scene #02

Aliz knows how to make a woman obey. The sharp brunette in combat boots points at the floor, and Norah Swan drops to her knees. Silk-white lace clings to the model’s hips like a dare she can’t refuse. With one hand Aliz shoves the heavy black dildo between polished lips, working it past teeth and tongue until Norah’s eyes water and spit strings from the shaft. Aliz swings the same cock like a paddle, cracking it across pale ass cheeks again and again until each blow leaves a faint red bloom. "Open wider," she snaps. Norah licks the glistening head once more before bowing lower, pressing soft lips to her captor’s trimmed mound. Aliz grinds down until Norah’s tongue flattens against her clit, tasting thick want already seeping. Not satisfied, she palms the back of Norah’s skull and tilts her farther, forcing a second awkward angle. "Lick deeper." The order drags Norah’s tongue past slick folds to the tight pucker beyond. She swirls, trembles, obeys. Aliz pulls her upright and bends her over the padded bench. One glistening toy slides up the model’s slit once—a cruel warm-up—then leaves. Seconds later, the massive black dildo wedges against Norah’s rim. Aliz spits, shoves, makes room. The stretch wrings a strangled moan from the smaller girl as inch after inch disappears. When she eases back, the ruined ring gapes, fluttering, shiny with lube and saliva. Aliz leans in to trace the trembling edges with her tongue before she plugs the hole again. She swaps tools—a thick, shorter plug, then an even thicker toy—until the slick cavern stays open of its own accord. Fingers rake Norah’s hair, wrenching her upright. Aliz perches on the table, legs spread wide, and guides the quivering mouth back between her thighs. She rocks lazily against Norah’s lips, clit dragging, soaking the soft tongue until release rattles through her and a low, husky growl escapes. Spent for now, she rolls the model to her back, lifts her knees high, and sinks a curved vibrating dildo straight into the slick ring. It hums deep inside. The slick cheeks squeeze and jump; one final cry bursts free as Norah clamps hard around the toy and pulses, thighs quivering, hands twisted in ruined lace.