Sheena School, Scene #04

Sheena Shaw steps into the studio in nothing but skyscraper heels and cut-off shorts that ride so high they outline every curve of her slit. One glance at the way she moves and John Stagliano knows she has no intention of following orders, so he whistles for Monica. She arrives like sex on a slow boil, ass so heavy her pink leggings are stretched to transparency, cheeks spilling out on both sides of the seam. Monica drops the whole weight of that rear over Sheena’s mouth and nose, grinding until the girl’s eyes water for air. When she eases up she lowers the same hot flesh onto Sheena’s chest, smothering her under the slick bounce of her tits. Sheena fights back, wrenching the fabric off Monica until both women are skin to skin, panting. Toys appear from the table. They work them in without mercy—one fat plug for Monica, another sliding straight up into Sheena until the base sits snug against her stretched rim. Then the vacuum. Sheena flinches at the suction cup sealing over her clit, the pump hissing each time John draws the handle. Blood rushes to the tight bud, swelling it tight and shiny; every rhythmic tug forces a raw little moan out of her. Monica watches, lips parted, hips rolling on the toy still lodged inside her, hungry for her turn.