Esmeralda: Part 4 (June’s toy)
Chen is standing in the doorway, stunned. They’ve seen June wild. They’ve seen her bratty. But they’ve never seen her like this—wrecked, blissed-out, helpless in the best ways.
And then Kat looks up, notices them, and asks with a devilish grin:
“You wanna watch her cum again? Or you wanna sit down and help me keep her there?”
June hears Chen’s voice—barely—and pants, “C–Chen… oh fuck… yes.”
Chen settles into the chair Kat pulled over for them, legs crossed, eyes locked on June’s wrecked, trembling form—legs still shaking, hair matted to her cheeks, pissy twitching around Kat’s fingers.
Chen’s voice is low, calm, and sultry. “You look so good when you’re ruined. So pretty when you can’t speak.”
June whimpers, lifts her head just enough to glance at them—her eyeliner is destroyed, her mouth still parted from her last orgasm.
Kat keeps fingering her, slow and deep.
Chen reaches out—casually—and runs their fingers along June’s inner thigh. She twitches.
And then: crack. Chen spanks her—once, sharp across the thigh. She yelps. Moans. Drips.
They lean in.
“That wasn’t for misbehaving, baby. That was a reward—for being such a fucking good little slut I wanted to mark you for it.”
Kat grins.
They do it again—opposite thigh this time. A matching mark. June’s eyes roll back from the ecstasy.
And now, Chen’s hand cups her jaw. Their thumb brushes her lower lip. They don’t kiss her—they don’t need to. Their voice is enough.
“You’re going to cum again for us, June. Just like this. Loud. Messy. Mine.”
Kat presses in deeper. Chen spanks her once more—over her clit this time. A light, crisp slap.
June screams.
And then she cums—violently—legs shaking, back arching, moaning Chen’s name.
Chen leans down, kisses her sweaty temple, and whispers, “There you are. That’s my wild girl. That’s my good little storm.”
June’s body is soaked and drenched in the aftermath—her chest rising and falling, eyes barely open, cunt glistening and still twitching from everything Kat and Chen just gave her.
Chen brushes hair off her flushed cheek and smiles down at her. “You brought it, didn’t you?” They don’t even wait for an answer—they already know.
They unzip her little duffel by the wall. And there it indeed is: her favorite toy. Thick, red, curved just right. The one they’ve seen her ride in the mirror when she thought no one was watching.
Kat sees it and grins. “Oh, she has good taste.”
Chen returns to June—who’s now looking up at them, dazed but glowing, lips parted.
“Shall I, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes heavily. “Please, please—if it’s you, I can take more.”
They slick the toy—Kat hands them lube with a wink—and stroke it against her folds, slow at first, with only the threat of entry.
June whines, hips lifting immediately. Kat holds her thighs wide and says, “Show me how you fuck your girl. I want to watch this little brat fall apart again.”
Chen pushes in.
She’s so wet, but still so (characteristically) tight—her body gives way with a stuttering gasp, inch by inch, until the whole toy is inside her and her nails are scraping weakly at the sheets.
Then they begin to thrust.
Slow. Intentional. Watching every flicker of her face, every tremble of her legs.
And June moans like she’s having the very first Chen-induced orgasm of her life. “F–fuck, that’s you, that’s your rhythm, I can feel you—I’m gonna—”
Chen spanks her again—once, right over her ass. “Not yet.” Another thrust. Deeper. “You cum when I say.”
Kat leans down and sucks on June’s nipple, flicking it with her tongue. Chen’s free hand finds her clit. Pressing. Circling.
June is gone.
“Please, Chen—please, please, I’m yours, just let me—” Her voice breaks.
Chen fucks her faster now, the toy slick and pounding, hips snapping with precision, the room smelling like sex and sweat and surrender.
And then: “Now, baby. Now cum for me.”
And she finally does. So, so hard.
Overcoming gravity and Kat’s hands, her body lifts off the bed. Her scream breaks into sobs. Her thighs clamp around Chen’s wrist. Her pussy spasms around the dildo like it’s part of her.
They don’t stop. Not until her twitching slows. Not until she’s completely wrecked.