Little Games

Tina plants it in Vonka's head that Cadence might run the room like a domme at work, but at home she's just another girl aching to be knocked down. Vonka pins her fast, buries her face between Cadence's thighs, and works her until Cadence is gasping through the gag. Blonde hair swings, black hair sticks to sweat-slick skin while they twist into a grinding sixty-nine, hips jerking, wrists tied. Vonka owns every inch until Tina steps in with that slow, cutting smirk. She leans close, tells Cadence she just got wrecked by the soft one in the house. Cadence's eyes flash. The second her wrists come free she flips Vonka, shoves her down, and shows the blonde exactly who's in charge. Moans cut short under the ball gag again, bodies locked tight, every thrust a statement. Then the door opens and the real dominant walks in. The game stops cold. Two women get put exactly where they belong.