Under Lock And Key

Gal Ritchie slapped on that chastity belt a year ago thinking she could cage her cock-hungry ass and call it control. Joke's on her—she's still soaked. She invites Kenzie Taylor over, hands her the key, and Kenzie smiles like she's taking bets. "Earn it." That's the deal. Gal drops to her knees fast, mouth open, tongue working Kenzie's clit until her jaw hurts and Kenzie groans approval. They shift to the bed, Gal riding Kenzie's strap like rent is due, her locked-up pussy dripping helplessly around the edges. She eats ass, begs, fingers Kenzie through two shaking orgasms, voice gone raspy from moaning and pleading. Kenzie finally props a heel on the mattress, yanks Gal close and strokes her face. "Good girl." The lock clicks open. Gal's belt hits the floor with a clang. Kenzie's fingers slide straight into the soaked heat she just unlocked, two knuckles deep, curling hard while Gal gasps like she's breaking apart. Her whole body jolts, nerves raw, dripping down Kenzie's wrist already. Free for five seconds and she's already grinding like she forgot how air works.