Lena Ramon and Kendra James

Kendra rams her cattle prod into Lena's tightest holes and watches the girl buck. Lena's on her knees, bare ass high, but the cheerleader's smile is gone. She gets the message fast. Kendra works the prod deep, thumb on the trigger, every jolt shaking Lena from the inside out. One shock, two, and the brunette's cunt flutters like she just learned a new cheer. She moans through the gag, thighs shaking, drool on her chin. Kendra swaps the prod for her gloved hand, fingers knuckle-deep in Lena's ass, spreading, twisting. She drills the girl open, no mercy, no pause. Sweat beads on Lena's back. The prod comes back, cold metal on hot skin, and Lena jerks forward, cunt clenching so hard it sucks air. Another jolt and she sobs, a wet, hungry sound. Kendra lets her fall forward, rolls her onto her side, keeps the prod right where it hurts best. Lena's hips twitch, legs spread wider on their own. The current hits again and Lena comes like she means it, face twisted, eyes wild. She stays down, panting, but the look she gives Kendra says one thing plain: tomorrow she wants the same lesson twice as hard.