Sunny Star Fucked in Public

Sunny Star’s see-through dress clings like wet paper around her body. A leather collar bites into her neck. Tina Kay clips the leash and leads her straight into the Madrid sun. At the bench, Sunny snaps the spreader bar between her ankles and the metal clicks loud enough for the first tourist to notice. Phones rise. Flash. She hears the shutter counts climb. Tina fixes leather cuffs around Sunny’s wrists and snaps them to the collar behind her neck, forcing her shoulders back and her tits out. They hobble onward, leash taut. Every step swings the bar, makes her bare feet slap stone. Heat presses in from the pavement and the stares. At the fountain Tina splashes water across Sunny’s ass, turning the thin fabric transparent, dark nipples and the curve of her crack suddenly obvious. Scissors flash. One cut, two, and the dress falls away in strips. Now the crowd sees the fox-tail plug already seated in her ass, black fur twitching against pale skin. They reach the music club. Noise and sweat greet them. Someone in the front row yanks the last rags free. Sunny drops to her knees, mouth open for Steve Holmes’ cock. Tina climbs the bar, spreads, and Sunny licks her while Steve fucks her throat to the beat of the live band. Electricity bites her palms and she crawls, tail swaying, through the doorway into the next room where drums hit harder. Steve bends her over a table, sinks into her cunt, fucks her in time with the bass. He flips her, spreads her wide, pounds deeper. Tina’s fist follows, wrist-deep, stretching her slick hole while the cane stripes her ass red. Steve sits. Sunny mounts him reverse, legs shaking, and Tina’s flogger slaps across her tits with every bounce. When Steve paints her face, the crowd howls. Tina shoves her down flat, squats, and lets a hard, deliberate stream wash the cum away in front of everyone.