Rent Money

Devaun can't come up with rent for the third time this month. Delilah's patience snaps. She grabs the blue ethernet cables from the modem and wraps them around Devaun's wrists, cinching them tight behind her back until the plastic bites. Devaun's tits are already out, nipples hard. Delilah clamps them with two wooden clothespins she finds in a kitchen drawer, then runs a third zip-tie across both clamps and pulls until they crush together. Devaun gasps, chest heaving. Delilah shoves her over the arm of the couch, yanks her shorts down, and spits on her asshole. One finger, then two, then the thick strap-on she's been wearing under her jeans all afternoon. She drives it in deep, no lube except that spit, until Devaun's stretched wide and crying into the cushions. Delilah keeps the cables tight, keeps the pins pinching, keeps pounding Devaun's ass until the rent issue is the last thing either of them is thinking about.