No Warning #07, Scene #04

Aiden doesn’t ask twice. The moment she steps in, Chastity drops to her knees on command. Blonde hair falls across Aiden’s shoulders while she feeds the thick strap-on past the girl’s soft lips. One slow thrust, another deeper, and Chastity gags around the shaft, spit trailing down her chin. Tiny nipples stand at attention; silver clamps bite down, the chain jingling each time she jerks. Aiden spreads her open on the floor, runs the wand straight over her mound until Chastity’s curls glisten and her hips buck. Different toys follow—thick heads, narrow tips—each one disappearing with a slick sound. When the vibe finally rests on her clit, Chastity’s legs tremble and her breath catches. Aiden swings a leg over her face, sinks down, and the girl’s tongue works in eager circles until the domme’s thighs tighten and she cums hard. Chastity isn’t done. She kisses the arch of Aiden’s foot, then licks upward again until the strap-on is slick with both their juices. Only after she’s earned it does Aiden reward her: a steady, punishing jet of water aimed between parted lips, pushing her over until the girl shakes and soaks the floor beneath her.