Melissa Lauren and Amber Rayne

Amber Rayne looks like the sweet girl next door until the current hits. Melissa Lauren is right on top of her—gloved hand gripping a cattle prod, black straps cinched tight around Amber’s wrists and ankles. Melissa knows how to make a body jerk and beg. She works Amber’s ass first, pushing past the slick ring, then drags the crackling tip across pale thigh until muscles seize. Amber strains against rope and chain, breasts rising fast, mouth open, eyes wild. Every fresh shock snaps through her and every shock drives the toy deeper. Melissa never lets up, never lets her settle. She lines up the prod again and again, teasing her way from inner thigh to clamped nipples, then back to the stretched hole she’s already filled. Amber breaks. Shuddering. Gasping. Coming hard, again, while Melissa watches every twitch. Her smile says she’s nowhere near finished.