Mason, Winter Sky and Christina Part 4 of 4 of the July Live Feed

Mason and Winter Sky sit splayed on two screaming sybians, thighs locked, bodies twitching from the hours already behind them. The machines chew at their clits nonstop, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of them whether they’re ready or not. Sweat rolls down Mason’s tits. Winter’s head lolls, then snaps up again when the latest climax slams through her. A short leather strap runs from Winter’s bound wrists straight to the leather collar circling Mason’s throat. Every time Winter’s arms drop from exhaustion, the strap pulls tight and Mason’s breath hitches, her eyes going wide while another forced orgasm makes her jerk and moan like a desperate slut. Winter fights to keep her wrists high, muscles shaking, but the relentless vibration between her legs keeps ripping pleasure out of her until her arms give out and the collar tightens another notch. The room fills with wet, mechanical buzzing and the raw sound of two women pushed past their limit—one choking, the other coming, neither able to stop.