The Puppeteer

Emma wanted this. Now she’s strung up, one leg pulled high, cunt open and waiting. Little Puck moves in fast. Clothespins bite down the soft skin of her inner thighs. The paddle slaps her exposed lips, then her ass. A vibrator gets shoved right to her clit while two fingers drive inside, twisting, fucking. Emma jerks, gasps, comes hard—shaking on the ropes. Next they drop her onto her back, legs bent and bound above her head. Her tits stick out, nipples ripe for the butterfly clamps. Little Puck fastens them, gives the chain a sharp tug, then swaps between shoving a dick-on-a-stick down Emma’s throat and driving a strap-on into her cunt. Wet sounds echo off the walls. Spit runs down Emma’s chin. Later Emma’s flat on the mattress, wrists and ankles tied. Little Puck climbs on, plants her pussy on Emma’s face, grinds until she’s slick and panting. She leans forward, smothering Emma with her tits, then spins around so their cunts slide together, wet and frantic. Both of them come, twitching, locked tight.