Virgin Lesbian Witchcraft: Chanel Preston Enchants Isabella Nice

Isabella Nice walks into the shop a fidgety virgin. Cute. Nervous. Ready to hand it over. Chanel Preston watches her from behind the counter like she already owns the girl. One snap of those fingers and ropes lash around wrists and ankles, yanking Isabella up into mid-air suspension. Clothes fall away. All that’s left are tiny red panties stretched tight over a body that’s never been touched right. Chanel strips the last scrap of fabric and starts working her. The cane bites first—hot lines across pale skin. Then the flogger, soft at first, then harder, leaving welts that bloom red. Nipple clamps bite down next, little teeth sinking in while the Hitachi buzzes low and mean against swollen clit. Isabella jerks, moans, gets wetter with every cruel stroke and every teasing rub. When her thighs are shaking, Chanel lowers those stocking feet. Toes press against trembling lips. Isabella learns fast, tongue tracing arches, sucking each toe like it’s the only thing that matters. Chanel smiles, then swings a leg over the suspended girl’s face and drops her soaked cunt onto that open mouth. She rides until she’s satisfied, then pulls back and brings out the zapper. Sharp jolts land on tits, belly, and finally straight on that dripping pussy. Isabella howls, cunt clenching around nothing. Chanel steps into the harness. Thick black cock juts out. She lines up, slams home, and starts pounding every last bit of virginity out of the girl. Each thrust wrings another wet sound from Isabella’s throat. When the shaft is slick and the girl is wrecked, Chanel spreads her ass and pushes in deep. Slow at first, then harder, driving every inch until Isabella’s virgin hole is stretched and used. Every drop is taken. Every hole claimed. The spell is finished.