A terrible scream is released from Christina’s mouth, as Diana digs her claws into soft pussy flesh and pinches violently at exposed clit. Through her own pain, the brunette reaches to return the favor, but it is too late, the pain having already taken hold, robbing her of much-needed focus and determination.
She could release her scissor hold, the move that opened up this line of attack, but there is no guarantee that such withdrawal would bring Diana’s fingers to a halt, and no promise that Christina can even withstand the pain long enough to unclasp her now quivering thighs.
No, she has lost. Her only hope being a submission, and the pale hope that her rival will choose the road of pleasure, and not pain as both punishment and reward.
Diana’s Fingers
