A thorough fucking.

Tyra let out a surprised squeak when tiny nubs began rising from the surface of the shaft impaling her, caressing her insides. Suddenly Kate thrust deeper into Tyra, her surprised breath on Tyra's back telling her that the strap-on had dragged her forward.

The strokes came hard and fast after that, the squirming, teasing texture of the cock writhing inside her ripping an orgasm out of Tyra shamefully quickly. And it didn't stop. Tyra tried to crawl away, but the petticoat dragged her back. She tried to reach between her legs to somehow stop the jackhammer pounding her pussy, but it's lacy folds impeded her.

"Just kneel there and take your fucking like a good girl," the hateful voice of her master crooned in her ear. And to her infinite shame, that's exactly what she did. She soon lost count of her orgasms, eventually collapsing forward, her tits pressing down into the mattress. She was covered in sweat, barely, conscious, and still the onslaught continued.

"I'm so, so sorry," Tyra heard Kate say, but she was too exhausted to reply. Eventually the pounding stopped. Kate pulled gently out of Tyra's well fucked pussy with a wet slurp. Tyra collapsed the rest of the way onto the bed, her fit, young body reduced to a quivering heap of post orgasmic girl-flesh.