Ophelia Gets Rammed

Ophelia kneels, wrists cinched, knees spread, already wet. Reese moves in fast, crop whistling through the air, the tip biting one thigh then the other. Every snap pulls a sound out of Ophelia she didn’t know she had. The vibe presses hard to her clit next, held there until her hips jerk forward, then yanked away. Reese wants her desperate. She bends Ophelia at the waist, crop replaced by a stiff leather paddle that lands square on bare pussy lips, then across both cheeks. The heat builds quick. Next the ropes change, pulling Ophelia down, ass high, face to the floor. The paddle returns, harder this time, striking swollen folds until they’re puffy and slick. Reese straps in, slides the thick cock home with one slow thrust, reaches under to keep the vibe humming on Ophelia’s clit while she fucks her deep. Nipple clamps come after, biting tight, chain swinging each time Reese drives in. Then Reese peels the harness off, plants her cunt over Ophelia’s mouth, and rides while the vibe teases them both in turns. She edges Ophelia until the girl is shaking, begging into her pussy. Finally Reese drops the toy between them, grinding clit to clit over the buzzing head, hips snapping until they both break, moans muffled against skin, bodies locked and jerking.