Selina Minx and Star

Star walks right into Selina’s electric trap. Leather straps pin her down, every hole crammed full—ass, cunt, mouth—so she can’t close anything up. Selina hits the switch, cattle prod crackling against bare skin. Each jolt slams through Star’s body, muscle seizing, breath torn out in broken cries. The electrodes buzz against the plugs still stuffed inside her. She shakes, drools, comes so hard her vision blanks. After the current stops, Selina’s gloved hand wraps around Star’s throat and squeezes. The choke tightens, and another brutal climax rips through her. Star gasps that the choking made the shocks hit deeper, pushed the orgasms past what she thought she could stand.