Face Down Orgasms

Arms locked. Ass raised. Elana lies face-down and caught. Nothing to hide behind. Allie moves in with no hurry, takes a good look at what's offered. She runs one gloved hand along the arch of Elana's back, then drops it to part fishnet-covered thighs. Elana tries to shift. The ropes deny her. Allie answers with a hard smack across the offered cheek, then another, until the skin beneath the mesh turns hot. She keeps her palm there, rubbing the sting in deeper. Next the gag. Allie pins the blonde's hair aside, presses a thick rubber strip between her teeth, and buckles it tight. The first moan comes out muffled. Allie smiles. She likes the sound already. A few fingers slide between Elana's legs, test how wet the position has made her, and spread it up over her clit in slow circles. Elana's hips twitch forward, wanting more. Allie withdraws, replaces her hand with a slim vibrator pressed right where the nerves gather. She turns it on low, holds it steady. Elana starts to shake. Allie grabs a fistful of ass and squeezes, pinning her flat so the toy cannot slip. When the first orgasm hits, Elana arches against the restraints and lets a raw, strangled cry escape around the gag. Allie leaves the vibrator there, watching. She waits for the second wave, then the third. Each time Elana tries to pull away, Allie pushes the toy harder and the ropes hold firm. By the time the room goes quiet, Elana's thighs glisten and every muscle trembles from aftershocks. Allie strokes the ruined fishnets once more, then steps back to admire the mess she has made.