Turning the Tables

Roxanne acts like the world owes her. She whines until she gets her way, so today she begged for a Fem Domme to break her in half. She thinks she's running this. She's wrong. Daisy walks in thinking she'll call the shots too. First thing, both of us turn on her. Daisy grinds on Roxanne's face until she squirts all over it. I beat the rest of her body while she chokes and swallows. Roxanne ends up on her back, legs spread wide, still getting wrecked. Daisy forgets who owns her and tries to stay on top. I yank her down, shove her face between Roxanne's legs, and make her lick. Roxanne is shaking, eyes glassy, already gone. But I'm not done. Both sluts get strapped to sybians, facing each other so they have to watch the other one fall apart. I push buttons, turn dials, turn them into begging messes. Roxanne cracks first, sobbing that she can't take more. They both plead. I leave them riding those machines five extra minutes anyway, then finally let them off.