Nicolette and Sasha Monet

Nicolette sits bare-assed on the edge of the desk, wrists locked behind her in leather cuffs, legs spread wide by a metal spreader bar. Sasha Monet circles her like she owns every inch. Sasha's blouse is open, big tits spilling out, nipples hard, her skirt riding high over stockings and a strap-on already slick with lube. She grabs Nicolette by the hair, forces her to look at the board where the word SLUT is written in red marker across her own name. Sasha slaps her across the face, not hard, just enough to sting, then shoves two fingers into Nicolette's mouth, making her suck them like a good student. When the fingers come out wet, Sasha pushes them straight into Nicolette's asshole, working them in slow, deliberate circles while the girl whimpers and tries not to move. The cuffs rattle. Sasha laughs low in her throat, pulls the fingers free, lines the thick head of the strap-on against that same tight hole and pushes in. Nicolette's mouth falls open. Sasha grips her hips, drives deeper, each thrust deliberate, the desk creaking under them. She reaches around, grabs one of Nicolette's heavy, natural tits and squeezes hard enough to leave marks, pinching the nipple between her fingers while she fucks her ass harder. Nicolette's breathing turns ragged. Sasha leans in, bites her earlobe, whispers that this is what happens to class whores who can't keep their legs closed, and keeps pounding until the girl's whole body shakes and the only sound in the room is skin slapping skin and the low, filthy grind of leather on wood.