Slut Test: Becky Jane's First Lesbian Experience

Becky Jane walks into the room soft and new. That changes fast. Aiden has her wired up before she can blink—metal clamps bite down on her nipples and crackle with current. She twitches, eyes wide, but she doesn't back off. The violet wand follows, crackling over her cunt and sliding straight up her ass, every spark lighting her up from the inside. Then the fist. Aiden works it slow, relentless, until her knuckles push past the tight ring and Becky takes it deep. The electric plug stays buried while the fist pumps; each thrust sends a jolt up her spine. Cattle prod kisses her skin, taser snaps, and she just keeps asking for it. Harder. Deeper. More. The samurai comes next—thick glass driven hard into her ass, pulled out and slammed back until the muscle gives and she shudders around it. When she's shaking too much to stay upright, Aiden pulls her down, spreads her own legs, and Becky buries her tongue like she hasn't eaten in days. She licks, sucks, cums on Aiden's fist and keeps licking through the aftershocks. Every shock, every stretch, every order—she takes them all. She asks for another round before the first one's over. Grade her yourself, but the only mark that fits is the one already glowing red across her ass.