Mistress wars 5

Valerie Hexx sits there, hands bound, neck collared, already claimed. Tatianna Steele goes first, and she moves like she owns the air. She cuffs Valerie’s wrists, locks the collar tighter, then drops her mouth between Valerie’s spread legs and rims her like it’s the last taste she’ll ever get. Every lick is wet, slow, deliberate. Valerie’s breathing hard, hips twitching against the restraints. Tatianna keeps her there, trapped between tongue and steel, pushing until the girl’s thighs shake. Lora Cross watches. She doesn’t blink. When her turn comes she’s already calculating how far she’ll go to take it all back. She grabs Valerie by the collar, pulls her close, then presses her foot to the girl’s mouth, making her lick between her toes while the cuffs dig into her wrists. Valerie moans into Lora’s sole, tongue working between each toe, desperate and eager. Lora smiles, knowing she’s turning the innocent sub into her personal plaything. The tension is thick. Two women. One sub. One prize. Tatianna wants the win, Lora wants to rip it from her hands, and Valerie? She’s caught in the middle, collared, cuffed, and aching to be used by whoever takes control.