Karina Ballerina (Angel) and Janay

Karina stands at the barre in nothing but a thin leotard, arms shaking. Janay circles behind her, one hand gripping the small of her back while the other slides a thick plug past the blonde’s rim. The toy sinks in. Karina’s knees buckle. Janay catches her, pulls the straps of the leotard down, ties them around Karina’s elbows so her chest is thrust forward and her wrists are pinned behind her. The brunette squeezes a drop of lube along the exposed cleft and works a second, larger plug in until Karina’s breath breaks into short, ragged pulls of air. She sets a metronome ticking, forces Karina to rise onto the balls of her feet and sink back down in time with the clicks. Every dip drives the plugs deeper. Sweat runs under Karina’s breasts, down the cleft of her ass, and drips to the floor. Janay stands close, palm open on the girl’s stomach, counting each squat aloud until the numbers blur into one long growl and Karina’s thighs burn. Only then does the brunette lean in, teeth against Karina’s ear, and tell her the session’s just begun.