Kendra James and Rio

Kendra runs a current through Rio and watches the girl jolt. Rio makes this soft, hungry sound that turns into a moan, then begs for more. Electricity licks across her skin and she eats it up like she was born for it, knees buckling but never pulling away. She keeps the knee-high socks on, the rest of her bare, dark hair falling across her shoulders as the charge snaps again. Rio’s accent gets thicker when she talks through it, every word half-bitten. “Never felt anything like this,” she says, voice shaking. “Want it again. More. Harder.” Kendra doesn’t let up. The next jolt lands lower, sharp enough to make Rio’s thighs tremble and her breath catch on a whimper that melts into a grin. She’s still smiling when the current hits a third time, hips rolling forward like she’s chasing the sting instead of dodging it.