Lezdom's Hole POV

Mona towers over Mia. The strap-on juts thick and dark from her hips. Mia drops to her knees and opens wide, tongue lapping the head, throat working to take every inch. Mona grabs the back of Mia’s head, pushes deeper, feels the gag and the wet choke. Mia’s eyes water, but she keeps going. Mona bends Mia over. The strap slides between Mia’s cheeks, finds the tight ring. One slow push and Mia gasps, stretches, yields. Mona keeps the pressure steady, forces the shaft in until the harness presses flush to Mona’s skin. Mia’s hole clenches, then loosens, milking the silicone. Mona pulls back, drives in again—harder, deeper. The slap of leather on skin mixes with Mia’s broken moans. Mia’s cunt drips. Mona reaches under, rubs the swollen clit, then stops just as Mia’s breathing turns ragged. No release. Not yet. Mia begs, voice cracking. Mona grins and works the strap faster, hips snapping, each thrust hitting a deeper spot. Mia’s thighs shake. Mona slaps the ass red, then drives the strap deeper still, grinding until Mia’s voice rises to a high, desperate scream. Only then does Mona let her come—hard, shaking, dripping down her own thighs.