Fucking My Best Friend

Chanel hangs from a wooden cross, ropes biting into her wrists. Freya steps close, fingers sliding over the blonde’s nipples, then dipping under the thin panties. She strikes with the flogger, each snap drawing a quick gasp. The Hitachi follows, pressed hard until Chanel’s body jerks and she cries out, loud and shaking. Freya locks Chanel’s head and wrists in the stocks. “You want my cock?” she asks. Chanel nods. Freya drives the strap-on deep into her mouth, thrusting until spit runs down her chin, then steps behind and fucks her cunt in the same rhythm. She pulls out, walks around, and slides back into Chanel’s mouth, forcing her to taste her own wetness on the toy. The cane comes next. Freya swings it across Chanel’s ass, then her feet, pressing the tip hard into the sole until the muscles twitch. More thrusts follow, and Chanel comes again, louder this time. Freya unties her and lays her on a low box, legs spread wide. The vibrator hums against her clit while the cane marks the soft inside of her thighs. When Freya’s ready, she climbs on, pressing her pussy and ass to Chanel’s face. She rocks and grinds, reaching back to finger herself while Chanel licks. They shift into a sixty-nine, hips moving together, Hitachi buzzing between them. Freya turns again, tribbing with the toy pressed tight until she sits up, slides two fingers inside Chanel, and fucks her to the last, shaking orgasm. A slow kiss ends it.