KINKY JOI: Female Instruction

She greets you from the doorway, robe sheer and open. Lauren Phillips, nails shining, lips painted. She points to the chair. Sit. Watch. Her fingers slide the fabric aside and there it is—pink, wet, waiting. Trace your own lips the way she traces hers. Slow circles. Tease the sides. Press. Her breath catches; yours follows. Feel that clit swell between your fingertips. Then she slaps. Hard. Stop. Your cunt throbs, empty. She pulls a vibrator from the drawer, presses it to her nipple first, then yours. The buzz travels straight down your stomach. She guides it lower, tracing your slit, tiny circles, never quite enough. Your hips lift, begging without words. She pushes it flat against your clit and holds it there, no mercy. The orgasm rips through you. Every muscle locks. You belong to her. Your pussy belongs to Lauren.