Pam: Part 11 (Kaori punishes the brat)
Pam is still curled between Ashley and June, soaked and shaking, her thighs slick with her own squirt. She has just learned how to make herself squirt—hard—while being devoured by two beautiful women who have enjoyed every bit of it.
She is glowing.
But the mood in the room shifts again.
Kaori, who has been quiet since making Riley collapse in the chair, is now stalking forward like a storm on legs—robe discarded, hair wild, thighs still glistening from her last orgasm. Her eyes lock on June.
“You’ve teased me long enough,” she growls.
June barely has time to smirk. “Didn’t know you begged like this—”
Kaori grabs her by the hair and pulls. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to say you’re mine now, brat.
June gasps—just a little—but doesn’t resist. Her bratty smirk flickers. Kaori pushes her back, flat onto the rug.
“Mouthy little bitch,” Kaori hisses. “That stops now.”
She straddles June’s hips, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other already rummaging for what she wants—the biggest strap-on she owns, matte-black in color, menacing in shape.
June’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, that one?” she says, biting her lip.
Kaori doesn’t answer. She just puts it on.
Pam sits upright, lips parted, flushed all over again. She can barely believe what she is seeing—Kaori strapping up with practiced ease, looming over June, who is suddenly much less cocky and a lot more eager.
Ashley kisses Pam’s shoulder and whispers, “This is normal around here.”
Kaori kneels between June’s legs, runs her fingers down her inner thighs, then lines up and shoves in with no hesitation.
June screams—high and raw and beautiful.
“You gonna act tough now?” Kaori growls, thrusting deep and hard. “You gonna keep teasing me, brat?”
June can’t even speak. She moans, eyes rolling, back arching as Kaori fucks her with a rhythm that is ruthless and deliberate—pounding deep with every stroke, grabbing her hips, biting at her throat, her breasts, her lips.
Pam is transfixed.
June clings to the floor like it is the only thing keeping her grounded. “Harder—f-fuck—Kaori—please—”
Kaori slaps her thigh. “Beg properly, slut.”
June sobs out, “Please, Kaori—fuck me harder—I need it—I’ve needed it so bad—”
Kaori gives her exactly what she begs for.
The strap-on slams into her, again and again, until the sound of skin on skin fills the room. Kaori leans over, kissing her coarsely, biting her lower lip, then whispering filth into her ear. “You’re gonna cum on my cock, slut. And you’re gonna thank me.”
Pam’s breath catches again. Ashley strokes her breast slowly, soothing her.
June shatters.
She cums hard—trembling, crying out, nails raking across the floor, her whole body convulsing under Kaori’s force.
Kaori doesn’t stop right away. She fucks her through it, slower now, rolling her hips, watching June shake. Then she pulls out, leans in close, and whispers, “Next time, you don’t make me wait.”
June can only nod, lips kiss-bruised, body limp, completely used—and blissfully grateful.
Without asking, Ashley drops to her knees and licks Kaori’s strap-on clean.
Pam, wide-eyed and dripping, turns to Ashley. “I… I want to try that someday.”
Ashley kisses her again, smiling. “You will. Soon. When you’re ready.”