Trick or Treat: 19 year old fucked and punished!

Charlotte knocks. The door swings. Lorelei grabs her by the collar and yanks her inside. The house smells like candle wax and old leather. A second later the cuffs bite her wrists behind her back and the black gag muffles every curse she tries to spit out. Lorelei strips her slow, then fast, letting the cold air hit skin still warm from the night. She pushes Charlotte face-down on the table, spreads her ass, and works a steel plug up inside. Wires trail from it like silver veins. Charlotte tries to twist, but the straps hold. The violet wand hums first, a thin purple crackle that dances across her nipples until they tighten hard. Then the zapper snaps—quick, mean, right on the swell of each cheek. Each jolt forces her hips forward, driving the plug deeper. Lorelei curls two fingers between her legs and fucks her quick and dirty while the current keeps running. Charlotte comes hard, once, twice, shaking against the straps. Lorelei climbs over, plants her pussy on the girl’s mouth, and rides until she’s slick and gasping. When Lorelei slides off she pins Charlotte’s ankles, slips her own foot between spread thighs, and works it until the girl breaks again—loud, wet, helpless. By the time the lights go out, Charlotte’s wrists are bruised, her thighs sticky, and the plug still humming low inside her.