Enough Pleasure For One Day... Again

Stella’s already on the floor, knees spread wide, wrists pinned behind her in leather that bites when she fights. A thick strap loops her throat and anchors her to a ceiling ring; every twitch pulls her tighter. The wand is lashed hard between her thighs, head pressed mercilessly against her clit. Allie doesn’t move a muscle—just leans back, legs crossed, watching the blonde twitch and jerk. The motor hums steady, relentless. Stella’s breath hitches, turns ragged. She strains against the collar, metal clinking, but the wand stays glued exactly where it hurts sweetest. Sweat beads at her hairline, rolls down the slope of her breast. Her hips jerk forward on instinct, chasing the rhythm, but there’s nowhere to go. Allie smiles slow, wicked, as another desperate whimper breaks from the blonde’s throat. The room smells like leather and sex and ozone from the wand. Stella’s thighs tremble. She can’t stop the next wave rolling through her, and Allie just sits there, calm, counting each ruined orgasm with lazy, hungry eyes.