Make Her Sweat

Sinn Sage pins Amy Brooke to the mat and drives an electric prod between her shoulders. Amy flinches, muscles tight, sweat already rolling. Isis Love circles, crop in hand, and cracks it across Amy’s ass. Red stripes rise fast. Amy gasps, spreads her legs wider, inviting more. Sinn clamps the prod to her thigh; another jolt shoots through her, hips bucking. Isis drops the crop, lubes two fingers, and sinks them straight into Amy’s ass. She twists deep, stretching her open. Amy whimpers, pushes back, greedy for the next shock and the next thrust. Sinn trades the prod for a thick steel hook, slides it past Isis’s fingers and locks it in place. Electricity hums along the curve buried inside Amy. Every pulse makes her hole clench and drip. Isis pulls the hook, fucks her with it in hard, deliberate strokes while Sinn shocks her clit with short, mean bursts. Amy’s cries turn raw. She sweats through every slap, every spark, every inch forced deeper. The two tops trade places without pause, keeping her shaking, dripping, and begging for the next cruel round.