Afraid and Horny: Daisy Ducati and Lydia Black

Daisy Ducati keeps it simple when she talks about Lydia Black: electricity. She comes back hungry, and we hand her the juice. Lydia ends up strung up half-off the ground, ropes biting into her skin, socks shoved wherever they’ll keep her still. Daisy drops onto her face and rides while the violet wand crackles across Lydia’s tits, her thighs, the tender strip between. A hard paddle cracks down between shocks. The tens unit climbs until Lydia’s muscles jump against the ropes, every pulse sharper than the last. When Daisy finally sinks the strap-on in, Lydia is already shaking. One more crank of the current and she gushes around the toy, squirting hard while the electrodes keep firing. Electricity doesn’t just hurt; it milks her dry.