Devi Emerson

Devi Emerson sits naked on the edge of the mattress, wrists already bound above her head. She has never done bondage before. Aiden Starr stands over her, strap-on cinched around her hips, and slides two gloved fingers straight into Devi’s cunt. Devi gasps, body jolting. Aiden adds a third finger, then a fourth, and keeps pushing until her whole hand disappears inside. Devi’s belly tightens and she whimpers, eyes locked on Aiden’s face. Aiden pulls out slowly, wipes the slick across Devi’s inner thigh, then slaps a clover clamp onto each nipple. Devi yelps. Aiden tugs the chain once, hard, before letting it drop. She takes a lit candle next, tips it, and watches hot wax land in thick white drops over Devi’s tits and stomach. Devi’s hips buck at every sting. Aiden climbs up, knees pinning Devi’s shoulders, and lowers her cunt onto Devi’s open mouth. Devi licks without being told, tongue working fast and sloppy. When Aiden’s satisfied she stands again, straps on a thick black dildo, and presses it against Devi’s asshole. She pushes in steady, no pause, until her hips meet Devi’s ass cheeks. Devi moans around the gag of her own arm. Aiden fucks her deep and steady, one hand gripping Devi’s throat, the other twisting the clamps tighter. Every thrust rocks Devi’s bound body. Sweat beads on Devi’s forehead; her cunt glistens. Aiden leans down, bites her earlobe, and growls one word: “Breathe.” Devi tries. The scene ends with Aiden still buried to the hilt, both women breathing hard, the candle still smoking on the nightstand.