Bella Rossi is Back for More Electrosex!

Bella once told me nothing scares her like electricity. The word alone sets every muscle twitching. I strap her to the unit and let the current decide what moves and when. Mistress Ashley watches. Mouth wet. Pussy wet. She can’t wait to put her hands on Bella’s soft, heavy tits and the full curve of her ass. Every zap makes Bella buck. The same muscles she used to fear now jump to a rhythm she didn’t choose. Ashley’s fingers push deeper each time the box sings. A cattle-prod hiss cuts the air when Ashley decides Bella needs more. The blonde’s grin spreads as Bella’s hips rise off the table, driven by the jolt. No words from Bella, just ragged breath and the smell of scorched skin and sweat. Ashley leans in, eyes bright, tracing the next path the current will take across Bella’s helpless body.