Play With Your Life

Kayden shoves Riley flat on the sheets. A leather crop bites Riley's thigh and the sting spikes straight to her cunt. Kayden swings again, lower, catching the soft skin right under her ass, leaving a red kiss that blooms instantly. Riley's tits heave; big, heavy, perfect. Kayden drags the crop between them, then down her belly, tracing a slow line to her already wet slit. She mounts Riley's face and sinks down hard, smothering her with wet heat. Riley gasps into Kayden's pussy and tongues deep, hips lifting off the bed, chasing more. Kayden grinds, facesitting her until Riley's lips and chin shine. She leans forward, grabs Riley's wrists, pins them above her head. The crop smacks the side of one breast, then the nipple. Riley moans into Kayden's cunt, legs kicking. Kayden lifts just enough for Riley to breathe, then drops again, rocking her hips, using Riley's mouth like a toy she owns. Every slap of the crop lands harder, timed with the roll of her pelvis. Riley's body shakes. Kayden keeps her there, trembling under the weight, tongue working, tits marked, every nerve screaming for the next sting, the next grind, the next stolen breath.