Vendetta is back under Claire’s hand, trapped in tight latex that clings to every curve. Claire works her with quick, exact shocks—nipples, cunt, ass—each jolt yanking a fresh scream out of her bound body. Vendetta’s wrists are stretched above her head, ankles spread wide, every muscle trembling while the cattle prod dances across her skin. She fights, she curses, she comes hard and loud, but Claire keeps the current flowing until Vendetta’s voice cracks and her thighs are slick. The two of them move like they’ve done this dance a hundred times: Claire reading every twitch, Vendetta daring her to go harder. Latex squeaks, steel clips snap, another pulse lights up Vendetta’s nerves and she bucks like she’s been hit. Pain, pleasure, power—nothing gentle, nothing wasted.
Vendetta is back under Claire’s hand, trapped in tight latex that clings to every curve. Claire works her with quick, exact shocks—nipples, cunt, ass—each jolt yanking a fresh scream out of her bound body. Vendetta’s wrists are stretched above her head, ankles spread wide, every muscle trembling while the cattle prod dances across her skin. She fights, she curses, she comes hard and loud, but Claire keeps the current flowing until Vendetta’s voice cracks and her thighs are slick. The two of them move like they’ve done this dance a hundred times: Claire reading every twitch, Vendetta daring her to go harder. Latex squeaks, steel clips snap, another pulse lights up Vendetta’s nerves and she bucks like she’s been hit. Pain, pleasure, power—nothing gentle, nothing wasted.
