Lola Mai & Vanessa Vega's V-Day: Extreme Humiliation & Submission

I brought Lola Mai in on all fours, elbows and knees scraping the floor, wrists chained behind her, as my Valentine’s gift to Vanessa. Vanessa looks her over like she’s already won, then puts her to work. Lola barks on command, ass red from the sharp crack of Vanessa’s hand. Lipstick scrawls across her face while Vanessa laughs. She wraps a fist around Lola’s throat, fingers driving deep between her legs until Lola shakes and comes hard, eyes rolling. The ball gag comes next, shoved in deep. Lola ends up on her back, ropes pinning her open. Vanessa straps on, fucks her mouth until spit runs down her chin, then drives into her cunt, grinding her through one orgasm after another. Vanessa shoves her foot in Lola’s face, makes her tongue it clean, then uses more lipstick to mark every inch she hasn’t touched yet. Finally she hauls Lola upright, stretches her tall with arms overhead, toes barely on the ground. The roses I gave Vanessa become a flogger; petals scatter while the cattle prod kisses skin and Lola comes again, shaking in her chains.