Electro Whores 101: Bella Starr

Bella Starr's on her knees, wrists strapped wide, ass up for the lesson. Chanta Rose wastes no time. Rope bites her thighs, elbows pulled back, tits shoved forward, everything open and waiting. The first zap lands low on her belly and she jolts like she's been shot. Cattle prod next, cold metal kisses her nipple, then her inner thigh, then right between the cheeks. Every shock turns into another moan, wetter than the last. Chanta circles, testing, pressing, taking her time while Bella twitches and begs without words. When the prod finally slides up her crack and stays there, Bella comes hard, fists clenched, legs shaking, blonde hair stuck to her face. Chanta doesn't stop. Another prod, another shock, another orgasm that leaves her drooling. By the time it's over she's earned the name—electro slut, certified.