Do It Yourself

Liv has an itch only real dominance scratches. When Violet finds the chastity belt, she wants in. Her eyes beg for the same treatment. Manuel looks her over once and turns away. "I didn’t sign up for two," he says. "Do it yourself." Violet’s face burns, but her hand is already between her thighs, desperate to follow orders. She drops to her knees anyway, mouth open, tongue out, trying to prove she can earn it. Liv watches, wet and locked, while Manuel unzips. Violet sucks him greedily, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. He grabs her hair, fucks her face until spit runs down her chin. Then he bends her over, spreads her cheeks, and drives in deep. Violet moans around every thrust, pushing back, taking it harder. Manuel keeps the pace brutal. He doesn’t look at Liv until he’s finished, pulling out to paint Violet’s ass. Liv stays caged, aching, learning that watching might be the cruelest part.