Begging to be Used

Alexa Chains lives to please. Right now that means waiting, naked, in clear stripper heels, tied to a wooden beam. One leg hoisted high, the other locked in a frog-tie, her cunt exposed for Reese the Ram. Reese circles, dragging fingers over heated skin, cracking a flogger in the open air. The flogger’s kiss turns to the sting of a leather paddle—three sharp slaps right on Alexa’s wet slit. Then the vibrator comes, pressed hard, and Alexa breaks apart, coming in ropes that shake her whole frame. On her knees next, bound to a stained mattress, that big, round ass pushed high, Reese paints fresh welts across it with the flogger. Alexa moans for more. Reese answers by sliding the thick strap-on straight in, fucking her in deep, brutal strokes until Alexa’s dripping onto the sheet. When she’s open and ready, Reese sinks a fist inside, knuckle by knuckle, stretching her until she clenches and shudders again. Last position: Alexa on her back, both legs folded tight. Reese feasts—tongue lashing her clit while she squeezes and twists Alexa’s tits. The crop snaps down in rhythmic bursts, each strike followed by a soothing lick. When Reese can’t wait any longer she drops onto Alexa’s face, grinding until the tongue work pulls an orgasm out of her. She shoves her toes between Alexa’s lips, then swings around for a sixty-nine, both women licking and sucking until they come together, loud and raw.