Pussy Whipped #02, Scene #02

Star Nine knows what she wants. She wants to disappear beneath Sinn Sage, blond hair falling across flushed cheeks, mouth open and waiting. Sinn presses her underarm hard against Star’s lips. Star breathes in that thick, heady scent of warm skin and salt. Her tongue traces the crease without permission. A soft sound escapes her. They trade marks. Teeth sink into tight nipples, lips close around hard buds, then pull back. Fingers tangle in hair and yank. Each slap leaves a red print blooming on pale flesh. Sinn bends Star forward and colors her ass with her open palm until the skin shines. Star kneels at Sinn’s feet, licks the arches, draws each toe into her mouth, then spreads the cheeks above her and buries her tongue in the tight pucker. Leather whistles. The flogger lands in heavy strokes across Star’s back and thighs until every muscle trembles. When she is open and shaking, Sinn steps into the harness. The strap-on pushes inside with one smooth thrust. Star gasps against the sheets, hips rocking back, knuckles gripping the mattress. Later Sinn pulls out, breathless, and lets Star’s slick fingers circle and rub until she comes with a low, broken sound and a shiver that runs the full length of her body.