The Reckoning

Mistress Jada moves through the dark like she's got a score to settle, and Leila's the one paying up. The brunette's strapped to that wooden pallet, arms and legs spread wide, ropes cutting into her skin. The machine between her thighs doesn't ask permission—it just drives in, relentless, pumping her cunt with steady mechanical strokes. Jada watches. When Leila starts to come, the Domme doesn't ease off. She makes her ride every wave, forces another, then another, until Leila's whole body is jerking against the ropes. Sweat runs down her chest. Her tits shake with each thrust. The pleasure burns so hot it almost feels like pain, and somewhere between the fifth and sixth orgasm Leila stops caring which it is. She just shakes, breathless, caught in the middle of too much and not enough.