Electro-Sex Slave: Bella Rossi

Bella sits. Naked. Exposed. Ashley steps in close, the thick strap-on humming with current. She presses it to Bella’s lips. Bella opens. Her tongue works hard, wetting the toy, eyes locked upward like she’s earning salvation one lick at a time. Ashley watches, dead calm, then grabs a fistful of blonde hair and drives the prod against the side of Bella’s tit. A sharp jolt snaps through the flesh; Bella jerks, throat clenching around the buzzing cock. Ashley pulls back only to slam the strap-on deeper, burying the pulsing length down Bella’s throat until spit drips off her chin. The prod kisses the other breast. Another cruel snap. Bella moans around the invasion, legs spreading wider on the concrete, offering everything. Ashley circles her, drags the prod across the curve of Bella’s ass, then without warning thrusts the electro cock into her cunt. Bella’s body locks, back arching, tits thrust out and trembling. Ashley pumps hard, each stroke snapping current into raw nerves. She pulls out, slaps Bella’s ass, and forces the slick length straight into her ass. Bella cries out, fingers clawing at the floor, but she pushes back, greedy for the burn, the shock, the ownership. Every thrust of the strap-on sends volts through her guts; every press of the prod makes her scream and beg for more. Ashley keeps her there, on all fours, owned, rebuilt, twitching and dripping until nothing else exists but the current tearing through her and the voice in her ear reminding her she’s lucky to take it.