Dominated By Him
She ground her hips on Nora, as though she was trying to drive her strapon through her jeans and into the other woman.
Vic slowed her assault for a moment, pulling her head back to look. She was hurting Nora, she knew it, taking her anger at Marissa out on her friend. Then she felt Nora's fingers at the front of her jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them, freeing the straining latex cock. She heard the whispered words from Nora.
"Fuck me, you dyke bitch."