Turning The Paige: Chapter Six

Paige stalks in wearing black leather, eyes locked on the bench where Ami lies. Green tape seals her down tight—only her tits and cunt left bare, nipples stiff, lips glistening. Paige runs a flogger across those curves, then swings hard. Red lines bloom. Hot wax follows, dripped slow, each drop making Ami jerk against the tape. When she’s panting and soaked, Paige steps into the harness, thick cock jutting forward. She lines up, shoves in deep, starts pounding. Ami screams first, then Paige joins, both breaking loud and shaking as they come together under the lights.