Christmas Fantasy

Iona Grace wakes under the tree, wrists lashed behind her back. Gia's shiny black latex towers above her. A zapper kisses her thigh. Iona gasps, thighs spreading wider. Gia plants her heels, pulls the zipper down, and feeds Iona her wet cunt. The girl licks like she needs it to breathe, tongue working between slick folds, nose pressed to smooth skin. Gia turns, spreads her ass, and Iona buries her face there too, tongue flicking the tight ring while her jaw aches. A leather flogger slaps across her tits. Nipple clamps bite next, weights swinging every time Iona flinches. Gia steps into the harness, thick strap-on glistening. One hard thrust and Iona's asshole opens around it, stretched and used. EMS pads crackle on her inner thighs. The electric plug inside her ass pulses in sync with every stroke. Iona shakes, moans, takes it all until Gia comes with a low growl. Christmas morning she lies wrecked under the lights, no longer alone, body sore in every place that matters.