French Maid: Shade Paine and Chanta-Rose

Shade Paine cleans on her knees in a tight black maid uniform, hair pulled back, skirt hiked. Chanta-Rose towers over her in a blonde ponytail and leather. The floor stays dirty. Chanta drags Shade by the collar, forces her face down, and presses a cattle prod to bare thigh. Current snaps through muscle; Shade jerks, cries out. She tries again with the sponge. A crooked stroke earns another jolt, this time higher on the ass. Her skin jumps under the shock. Chanta keeps count. One for the spill. Two for the streak. Three for the look on her face when it hits. Between shocks she yanks the uniform aside, spreads her open, and drives in hard. No warm-up. Just blunt force, deep in her ass, while the prod waits for any excuse to bite again. Shade’s knees skid. Sweat drips. The floor stays wet. Another missed spot lights her up. Every twitch only makes the strap sink deeper. Electricity and cock work her in turns until she shakes and stays shaking, no safe word left in her throat.