Electric Fence

Isis Love straps Cheyenne Jewel so close to the fence she can smell the burn. One wrong twitch and the cattle prod kicks. Isis moves like a shadow behind her, hands sliding down bare skin, fingers finding the tight knot of muscle and pushing past it. Lube drips. The first intrusion is blunt, deliberate, and Cheyenne’s whole body jerks. Current bites her thigh. She clamps down hard, trying not to breathe wrong, but the second thrust comes anyway, thicker, deeper. Every stroke sends a fresh jolt through the fence. Sweat rolls off her tits, her cunt, the backs of her knees. Isis keeps the rhythm cruel and steady. When Cheyenne starts to shake, Isis grabs her hair, whispers something filthy, and drives in harder. The orgasm rips through her before she can stop it, and the fence answers with a vicious snap that lights her up from the inside out.