Daytime Fantasies

Goddess Starla keeps Ava on the edge like it's her goddamn job. She pins her down, clamps clothespins along her skin, works a plug into her ass and keeps it there, tight. Every tug, every slap, every filthy word is measured—punishment laced with care, the kind that makes Ava moan louder and beg harder. Starla watches her girl shake, listens to the cries, then pushes her over again. Ava comes hard, body snapping against the ropes, and Starla doesn’t let up. Another wave hits, then another, until Ava’s gasping and twitching like she might break. Starla just smiles, leans in close, and starts all over.