LAVEAU GETS TORTURED INTO PLEASURE | MASKED MASTURBATION
Voodoo Queen Laveau Gets Tortured into Pleasure | Masked Masturbation
New Orleans, 1930s. In a shadowy back alley, Hasty Gash, a rookie voodoo priestess, watched from behind her mask as her mentor, the infamous Marie Laveau, wriggled and writhed, tied to a bed. The torches flickered, casting dancing shadows on the wall as Laveau’s ample bosom heaved with every labored breath. Her thick, dark nipples begged to be tweaked and twisted.
Two hours prior, Hasty had cast a spell, trapping her beloved mentor in a trance, stripping Laveau of her powers. Now, naked except for her mask, retribution could begin. Laveau’s sprawled legs leaked pussy cream.
Power surged in Hasty’s loins, and her thong wedged between slick folds. The spell required her to extract pleasure from Laveau using only herself. It would be a challenging but gratifying task.
Hasty untied Laveau’s wrists, chains rattling. “I’ve got a spell to perform, my queen. Sit up against the headboard.” Laveau complied, the madam”s massive tits jiggling.
Surveying the messy scene, Hasty perused the wood floor, grabbing a Provence olivewood wand, suitable for intense clit torture. Gathering the heat of the flames, she pressed the scorching end against Laveau’s full lower lip. A shudder rippled through her ebony curves. The voodoo queen’s clit peeked out, begging for attention.
Hasty licked the helpless goddess’s collarbone, then nipped at her chin. Laveau bucked, sending her huge tits jostling. Hasty backed up, working the wand into Laveau’s parted thighs, applying the wood to her large, protruding clit, sliding the wand against the engorged nub.
Laveau gasped, writhing, squeezing her ample tits as Hasty worked. “That’s it, fucking cum on my wand,” Hasty hissed. Laveau squirted, squirting gushes of creamy pussy juice, soaking Hasty’s hand and the bed.
Savoring the power, Hasty shoved two fingers into Laveau’s hot hole, frigging her fast as she continued the intense clit torture. “Fucking cum,” Hasty hissed as she sped her thrusts harder. Laveau’s eyes rolled back as she quaked, squirting more sticky cream.
