Lesbian cuckold fantasy

Lia Lor steps into the Armory for the first time. This tiny natural blonde has never been tied before, yet the ropes cling to her like they belong. Chanel puts her on her knees and tells her the rules: she’s here to watch, ache, and nothing more. They want the same bartender. Only Chanel will have him. Lia gets the floor, the cuffs, the view. The girls kiss inches from her face, grind on each other, fingers sliding deep. They make Lia hold the hitachi, pressed hard against her own swollen clit, then rip it away every time she nears the edge. She’s dripping, pussy visibly pulsing, thighs trembling, a silent plea in those wide eyes. Chanel laughs, slaps her face with a strap-on, tells her to keep it wet for later. They bend Lia over the bench, ankles spread and locked, ass high. Fingers sink into her tight hole, opening her for the thick plug they push in without mercy. Every thrust makes her whimper; every denial makes her wetter. She stays bound and used only as a prop while Chanel gets exactly what Lia wants and can’t have. By the end Lia’s face is streaked with tears of frustration, her cunt red and throbbing, still empty, exactly where her girlfriend wants her.