Princess Kali and Kory Vixen

Kory and Chanta lock eyes across the play space, the Zap-a-Snatch challenge crackling between them. Every jolt through the electrodes makes thighs twitch and backs arch, but the first woman to come loses. Short breaths, gritted teeth, sudden jolts that yank guttural curses from their throats; Kory's muscles cord, then release, refusing to give in. Sweat beads on bare skin as the wand dances from clit to inner thigh, teasing right where it hurts so good. After the last denied orgasm shudders through her, Kory sinks to her knees, panting, eyes hungry for whatever comes next. The samurai prize waits at the edge of the scene; she's earned the right to taste it.