All for Lorelei's Pleasure!

Lorelei watches Anikka’s body jerk as the first shock hits. Blonde hair whips, pale skin flushes. The acrylic plug still buried in her cunt lights up and Anikka yelps again, the scream feeding the voice sensor, sending fresh current straight through the conductive rubber strapped to her thighs. Her back arches. Juice runs down one trembling leg. Lorelei feels her own cunt clench at the sight and grabs a fistful of that yellow hair, yanking Anikka’s face between her legs. “Eat,” she snarls. Anikka’s tongue starts working, quick and desperate, but every fresh scream from the zapper makes her voice spike and the shocks slam harder. Lorelei’s thighs tighten around Anikka’s head; she rides the slick mouth, grinding down as the volts keep firing. Her breathing turns ragged. Moans spill out louder, feeding the unit again, driving Anikka wild with pain and making her tongue push deeper. When Lorelei finally comes, the climax tears through her in hard pulses and every moan drags another brutal jolt into Anikka’s body. The circuit closes: one woman’s pleasure wired straight into the other’s suffering, and neither one gets to break it.