Fetish Fanatic #15, Scene #04

Sinn Sage had enough of Sasha Heart's sugar-sweet bullshit. That perky blonde grin needed breaking. She shoved Sasha down hard, yanked her shirt open, and clamped those fingers onto tender pink nipples until Sasha gasped and twitched. Tongue followed—wet, rough—then fingers pushing deep, working her until her hips jerked and she came hard, legs shaking. Sinn strapped on, fucked her rough across the bed, sweat and skin slapping. Then she sat on Sasha's face, smothered her, made her lick and choke on every inch until her mouth was slick and desperate. Toes next—Sasha sucking each one like she was starving for it. When Sinn finally let her breathe, Sasha didn't look perky anymore. She looked like she'd seen the dark side and wanted more.