Betty Baphomet

Betty stands there, black hair catching the light, eyes pleading. I rope her to the ladder and work the strap-on deep into her ass, steady strokes, no mercy. Her body jolts each time I bottom out. I cut her loose, toss her into the wheelbarrow like a sack of grain, clamp the leads to the ring through her clit and let the current bite. Samurai in one hand, voltage knob in the other. I fuck her until the metal cock slides in and out slick and hot, current cranked. She shudders, screams, begs for more. Next I plant her on the Sybian saddle. She rides like she grew up in spurs—hips rolling, thighs shaking, cunt clenching around the thick shaft while current hums through her. Her come drips down the black vinyl. City girl, sure. But get her in a barn and she fucks like she belongs there.