Lesbian Call Girl

Beretta finds the ad and can’t look away. A lesbian call girl who promises the real thing, and she calls before she can talk herself out of it. She wants it too bad. Lorelei shows up in heels and black hair, smiles once, then takes over. Beretta’s wrists are tied before she finishes introducing herself. One slap across the ass and she’s bent over, cheeks already red. The flogger snaps next, each strike landing hot and mean, forcing little gasps out of her. Clothespins bite down on her nipples and stay there, every tug making her wetter. Lorelei’s bare foot presses against Beretta’s mouth. She licks, sucks each toe, humiliated and throbbing. When the strap-on comes out, Beretta gets no warning—just the blunt push of it into her ass, slow, relentless, until she’s full and shaking. Lorelei fucks her deep while the clothespins swing and her wrists stay bound. Beretta asked for a woman. She got one.