Black Out

Harmony wears blackout lenses through the whole scene. She can’t see a thing. That gap sets her nerves on fire. Dana stalks the floor, cattle prod in hand, watching every twitch. Harmony’s naked body glistens, pale skin marked by red welts where the prod has already landed. She gasps when the next jolt kisses her thigh. She still has no idea who’s touching her. Fingers shove into her cunt, then pull away, leaving her thrusting at empty air. A strap lashes her ass. A hand grips her hair, forces her mouth open, then Dana drives the prod between her cheeks and clicks the switch. Harmony screams, but the scream melts into a wet moan. The shock melts her resolve and her cunt drips. Dana flips her onto her stomach, spreads her, and works her tight hole open with a gloved finger, then two. Harmony squirms, blind, offering her ass without knowing who claims it. Each thrust of the strap-on is sudden and deep. She can only feel the stretch, the burn, the slap of hips against raw skin. She comes hard, blind, shaking. Dana never lets her rest. Another shock, another lash, another orgasm forced out of her trembling body while she stays lost in total darkness.