A Friend For Dinner

Jelena can't say a word with that ball gag stretching her lips. A leash snakes around her neck and Dana DeArmond has every inch of it in her grip. Dana barks orders like gunshots, every word proving who's in charge. She closes her fist around the leather and chokes her, asking through clenched teeth if she likes it. Jelena nods, eager. One hard tug and she's down on her hands and knees, crawling like a pet. Dana's palm cracks across her tits, and Jelena moans around rubber. Dana pinches both nipples, twists, grinds the tender flesh until tears sting her eyes. Then Dana licks that wet gag in one slow stroke, teasing the mouth that can't return the kiss. A shove, and Jelena scrambles back onto the couch; Dana's hand leaves glowing prints across her ass. The whip whistles, cracks, and a bright line blooms across those cheeks. Jelena's cunt drips, every lash feeding her. Dana hisses that the only way inside her is if the slut earns it. She snaps the whip against her toes, then sucks them, lips tugging each one like a small reward for the pain. When the gag comes out, Dana rams her own soaked panties into Jelena's open mouth and licks the parted lips while she's at it. Down on all fours she yanks the leash and orders her slave to start worshipping. Jelena's tongue slides straight in, greedy, fucking Dana's asshole with short, wet strokes. Dana grinds back, growling for harder, faster, more. She shoves Jelena flat, open-handed slaps fall on her bare pussy, hard and fast, each blow tightening the wet heat. Panties yanked aside, Dana drops between those shaking thighs and feasts, sucking and licking until Jelena comes again and again—body shaking, mouth stuffed, leash held tight. She earned the fuck, and she's about to get it.