Witch Teaches Control Freak To Let Go

Ariel walks in raw from the latest split. Jenevieve meets her at the door—inked skin, heavy tits fighting a black corset, jet hair falling sharp around her face. She clocks Ariel’s boss-act in one glance. “You lead every dance, that’s why they all leave,” Jenevieve says, low and sure. Ariel tries to argue. Jenevieve shuts it down with a kiss that tastes like smoke. She peels Ariel’s clothes away, then her own corset, letting her full breasts spill free. When Ariel reaches to grab control, Jenevieve pushes her flat on the velvet bench. “Hands down. You take what I give.” She spreads Ariel open, tongue dragging slow over her wet cunt. Ariel squirms, used to running the show. Jenevieve pins her thighs and keeps licking—steady, relentless—until Ariel stops fighting and starts shaking. The first helpless moan cracks out of her. Next comes the flogger. Leather kisses her tits, then her ass. Each strike lands hot, skin flushing pink. Ariel gasps, hips twitching, trying to stay quiet. She fails. Jenevieve straps on thick silicone, feeds it straight between Ariel’s lips. She fucks her throat slow, then faster, spit shining on Ariel’s chin. When Ariel chokes, Jenevieve eases off just enough for air, then pushes deeper again. She flips Ariel, bends her over, and sinks the strap-on in deep. Stroke after stroke, no mercy. Ariel comes hard—once, twice—body jerking, voice breaking. Jenevieve doesn’t stop until Ariel’s legs give out. Only then does she climb up, straddle Ariel’s face, and lower her dripping pussy onto waiting lips. “You can taste me,” she says, “but you don’t move. I ride.” Ariel obeys. Jenevieve rocks her hips, tits bouncing with every grind, until she comes with a low growl and leaves Ariel gasping, used, and finally quiet.