Virginia and Holly

Virginia Wood likes to watch girls twitch under current. She sets Holly up—never been tied before, wrists cinched behind her back—and runs the probe along soft skin until Holly arches, teeth bared. Every shock pulls a gasp; every gasp makes Virginia lean closer, hungry. Holly twists, hips bucking against the ropes, but there’s no give. Virginia presses the tip lower, circles, waits. When the spark hits, Holly’s whole body snaps tight, then melts into a low, shaky moan that rides straight into Virginia’s ear. Virginia smiles like she’s tasting the sound, and she does it again, slower this time, letting the current drag Holly right to the edge without mercy.