shy love and Lacey Lust

Shy Love knows exactly what Lacey needs. The girl kneels at the edge of the bed, hands tied behind her back with soft rope, while Shy towers over her in tall black boots. Lacey's breath comes fast, nervous, when Shy nudges her own boot forward and murmurs a single command. Lacey leans down, tongue dragging across the polished leather until her spit gleams in the low light. Shy flips her onto her stomach, ass in the air, still bound. She presses one knee between Lacey's thighs, keeping them spread, and begins the spanking. Hard, measured slaps land across each cheek, turning pale skin pink then red. Lacey whimpers but pushes back for more. Shy smiles at the wet sound her fingers make when she slides between the girl's folds. She moves behind her, spreads Lacey's cheeks, and runs her tongue over the tight ring of muscle, slow and filthy. Lacey's legs tremble. Shy doesn't stop. She licks, sucks, spits, and works one slick finger inside while her mouth stays busy. Lacey's first orgasm hits fast; the second comes slower, drawn out by Shy's tongue and fingers working together. Shy wipes her mouth on Lacey's inner thigh, stands, and steps into the harness. The thick strap-on glistens as she presses the head against Lacey's ass and pushes. Lacey gasps, body stretching around the intrusion. Shy grips her bound wrists like reins and drives deeper, each thrust punctuated by the slap of leather against skin. Lacey's moans turn ragged. Shy keeps her there, pinned and used, until another shuddering climax rips through her. When Shy finally pulls out, she nudges Lacey's face down to the boots again. The girl licks without hesitation now, tongue tracing every inch, eyes glassy. Shy watches, calm and satisfied, already planning what comes next.