Claire Dames and Annette Schwarz

Claire Dames walks like she owns every pair of eyes on the street. Those tits bounce in her shirt and men forget to look both ways. Today Annette decides to collect payment. Rope bites into the soft flesh, pulling each breast high and tight until the skin shines. Every slap lands sharp. Every zap from the wand makes Claire jerk and gasp. Annette sucks hard on the swollen nipples until Claire’s knees buckle. She keeps working the rope, the pain, the current, driving the cockiness out of Claire’s body one stroke at a time. When the vibrator finally presses in, Claire’s voice cracks—begging, pleading—for the pleasure to end, because Annette shows no sign of stopping.