Bridal Training

Charlotte Vale stands there in white, cheeks already burning. Lorelei Lee pulls the satin tight around her wrists, knots it behind the small of her back, and leaves her open. Current snaps across her skin—two little prods, then a jolt that lifts her onto her toes. Charlotte gasps, hips twitching, the sound swallowed by the next buzz of current. Lorelei keeps the voltage moving, tracing it over breasts, belly, the tender strip of flesh just above her cunt. When the shocks fade, she lines up the fucking machine and lets it slam home, steady and merciless. Each thrust rattles the table legs. Lorelei watches the girl’s eyes roll, then climbs onto the bench, thick strap-on bobbing, and feeds it between blushing lips. Charlotte gags, drool sliding down the shaft, throat working. The machine never stops. Neither does Lorelei’s hand between her legs, rubbing until Charlotte’s thighs shake and the first forced orgasm tears through her. She tries to breathe; the next one is already rising.