Hard In Love, Scene #03

Angel Long stands tall under harsh lights, cherry hair shining, tattoos crawling down her arms. Her collared toy, Samantha Bentley, kneels at her boots, pale tits heaving, bright lipstick smudged. Off to the side Henessy waits, tan body already starting to shine with sweat, serving as living proof of what Angel demands. Sam’s eyes darken the second the domme shoves Henessy down on all fours. She lunges like she owns her, but Angel grips a fistful of that dyed-black hair and wrenches her back. One sharp slap across the cheek and Sam gets the message. Angel sets the rules with her body. She makes Sam watch while she drags Henessy up, peels her thong to the side and spits between those spread cheeks. The wet splat is loud. Angel pushes two fingers straight into the tight ring, opens it, makes it wink. Then she shoves Sam’s face right down and tells her to copy. Sam obeys, angry, hungry. She bites Henessy’s nipple hard enough to leave red crescents, yanks the thong higher so it disappears between glistening lips. She smacks the pale ass once, twice, then dives in, licking sloppy, drooling down Henessy’s crack. Angel grips her hair again, pushes her deeper, turns the licking into a wet, gagging face-fuck. Strings of spit hang from Sam’s chin every time Angel pulls her off. Henessy whines when a thick glass plug stretches her open. Angel doesn’t wait for it to settle; she feeds a long, ridged dildo straight into the empty cunt, then drives the plug back in so the toy is trapped. Henessy arches, cunt and ass both pulsing. Sam stares, furious again, so Angel answers her with another slap and hands her the base of the plug. Sam twists it slow, mean, making the girl squeal. Angel strips out of leather, sits on the bench, legs spread. Sam buries her tongue in soaked pussy while Henessy burrows underneath, licking the domme’s asshole in long, filthy strokes. Their mouths meet around Angel’s holes, swapping spit and slick. When Angel feels teeth graze her clit she grabs both by the hair and grinds down harder. She hauls them up, lines their mouths together. Thick glass toys clack on the table. Angel slips one between Sam’s thighs, fucks her fast, never lets her look away. Sam’s moans dissolve into Henessy’s open mouth. Nipples are pinched, pulled, bitten. Cheeks are red from slaps. Hair sticks to sweaty foreheads. Finally Angel snaps the heavy vibrator on. She presses it to Henessy’s stuffed cunt, watches the girl jerk and flood. Sam gets it next, same ruthless pressure, same snarled command not to come until told. When she breaks Angel turns the toy higher, forces both to come together, bodies snapping tight, holes clenching around thick rubber and glass until they shake. Angel stays standing over them, boots planted, chest rising slow, the queen who just wrecked her toys.