Bella Rossi Submits to Veruca James and Mona Wales!

Three women tangle on the floor. Veruca James and Mona Wales move first, hard and fast, catching Bella Rossi while she poses for selfies. They slam her down, then the zaps start. Bella jerks, laughs, curses. The shocks crawl over her tits and stomach, little lightning bites that leave her panting and wet. Veruca pins Bella’s face between her thighs, Mona drives a tongue across Bella’s clit, cutting her air off with every grinding shift of hips. Breathless, Bella comes hard against the metal head of the samurai, shaking so much the metal hums. They string her up next, ankles to the ceiling, arms lashed behind her. Sticky pads run down her thighs, live wires waiting. Mona climbs the ropes, drops her cunt onto Bella’s mouth, and rides until her thighs tremble. Upside down, Bella tongues every fold she can reach, spit sliding over her cheeks. Veruca leans in next, spreads, and Bella buries her tongue in Veruca’s ass like she’s starved. The ropes creak, the violet wand crackles, floggers land in loud, steady slaps. They cut Bella down only to shove her onto her back again. Mona’s fingers slam in deep and fast while Veruca’s charged fingertips tease Bella’s asshole. Sparks jump each time Veruca touches the plate. Bella screams, twists, begs for more. Then the cattle prod appears. Her eyes go wide, fear sharp and sudden. They never touch her with it, just hold it close, let the threat roll over her until she’s dripping and begging to come. When they finally let her finish, she’s loud, shaking, completely spent and grinning like she just robbed a bank.