Strapped Dykes #02, Scene #02

Chastity Lynn thought sucking up to Sovereign Syre would get her in. Instead she ended up naked on the floor with two fingers shoved deep in her cunt, putting on the kind of show only a desperate little slut gives when she’s trying to impress the head bitch. Juice coated her knuckles as she spread wider, panting, eyes locked on the leather-clad woman above her. Sovereign watched without smiling. When she finally shifted a boot, Chastity dropped to all fours and crawled. She licked the leather first, slow and obscene, then pressed her tongue to the black leggings, tasting sweat and polish at the back of her throat. Sovereign spread her toes; Chastity sucked each one like it was a cock, drooling between them. The strap-on came out next—thick, black, glossy with spit after Chastity took it into her throat. She gagged, pulled off gasping, strings of saliva stretching from her swollen lips to the head. Sovereign used that opening to spin her around, face-down over the arm of the couch, and buried the toy balls-deep in one thrust. Every slam made Chastity’s tits swing; the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room. When Sovereign grew bored of control, she let Chastity take the harness. The blonde’s small hands shook as she strapped in, but the grin she gave was pure mischief. She bent Sovereign over and fucked her just as hard, hips snapping, enjoying the way the other girl’s ass rippled with every push. Sovereign finally came with a snarl, thighs trembling around the toy still buried inside her.