SunnyBrook 1: Do Your Best!

Goddess Starla takes one look around the exam room and decides to put the wait to use. She snaps her fingers. Ava drops. Starla points. "Get busy, slut. You have ten minutes to make me come." Ava crawls forward on bare knees. Starla keeps her standing, one heel planted on the exam table, leather skirt hiked up. Ava knows the drill. Mouth open, tongue flat, she starts at the boots. Cold black leather, laced tight, the taste of dust and polish. Starla gives her a dozen hard smacks across the ass, palm cracking loud in the little room. "Faster," she growls. "You call that effort?" Each strike jolts Ava forward. Her tongue works harder, dragging over the leather, then up the inside of Starla's thigh until she reaches the heat between her legs. Starla fists blonde hair, drags her closer, grinds against her mouth. Ava licks and sucks, desperate, while the domme's grip tightens. Breath shortens. Muscles lock. The orgasm rips through her fast and mean, thighs shaking, boot heel scraping the metal table. Starla exhales sharp through her teeth and shoves Ava back to the floor. The room still smells like leather and sweat.