Web Exclusive - Scene 837 Amber Chase Chastity Lynn

Amber stepped closer and fixed her with that cool gaze. “You’ve been letting him use you?” Chastity tried to answer, but Amber grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and pressed her face-first into the wall. In one smooth motion she rucked up the short dress, yanked the thong aside, and shoved the slick head of the strap-on against Chastity’s entrance. “Stay,” Amber ordered, voice low, almost lazy. She gripped Chastity’s hips with both hands and thrust forward, burying the length inside her in a single stroke. The smack of hips against ass filled the room. Amber didn’t slow down. She drove deep and sure, one hand fisted in Chastity’s hair, pulling her head back so she could watch every jerk and quiver on the girl’s face. Each thrust lifted Chastity onto her toes. The silicone cock slicked in and out, wet sounds obscene, and Amber angled her hips so the base rubbed hard against her own clit with every shove. “Spread wider.” Chastity obeyed. Amber hooked one foot inside Chastity’s, forced her stance even wider, and slammed back in. She let go of the hair, slid her fingers under Chastity’s jaw and shoved two into her open mouth, riding her with steady, relentless strokes while Chastity sucked and drooled. Amber leaned in until her lips brushed Chastity’s ear. “He might rent you,” she whispered, “but I own you.” Then she yanked the strap out, spun Chastity again, bent her over the arm of the velvet couch, and slammed back inside—harder, deeper—setting a brutal pace that made the couch creak and Chastity moan like the good toy she was.