Pleasing Mistress
Oct 7, 2026
Mistress Little Puck stalks into frame in full leather. Chad Rexx kneels, ball-gagged, wrists lashed behind him. His cock stands stiff. She drags red nails down his chest, spits across his cheek, tells him she’s pushing every button today. The flogger cracks first—steady, hot stripes—then the paddle lands harder, jolting his hips. Clothespins bite his nipples and ribs; she knocks them off one by one with fresh, brutal smacks. Her fist pumps his shaft, once, twice, three times, just enough to make him grunt through the gag. She stops. He twitches, denied, leaking. She flips him onto the bed frame, face down, ass up. A thick dildo on a stick slides in slow, warming him. Satisfied, she trades it for her strap-on. Chad’s face gets fucked first, spit-slick and gasping, then she drives the same cock straight into his hole—hard, steady, deep. He moans around the gag with every thrust. Later she lounges on a low throne, high heels and nothing else. Chad crouches at her side. She pulls him between her tits, lets him taste, then spreads for his tongue. Permission granted, he eats like a man starved. When she’s had enough, she shoves her feet at him—clean arches, painted toes—and he licks, sucks, worships. One heel presses his cock flat, stroking slow until he’s shaking. He begs. She grins, foot still working, waiting to decide.
Pleasing Mistress
Oct 7, 2026
Mistress Little Puck stalks into frame in full leather. Chad Rexx kneels, ball-gagged, wrists lashed behind him. His cock stands stiff. She drags red nails down his chest, spits across his cheek, tells him she’s pushing every button today. The flogger cracks first—steady, hot stripes—then the paddle lands harder, jolting his hips. Clothespins bite his nipples and ribs; she knocks them off one by one with fresh, brutal smacks. Her fist pumps his shaft, once, twice, three times, just enough to make him grunt through the gag. She stops. He twitches, denied, leaking. She flips him onto the bed frame, face down, ass up. A thick dildo on a stick slides in slow, warming him. Satisfied, she trades it for her strap-on. Chad’s face gets fucked first, spit-slick and gasping, then she drives the same cock straight into his hole—hard, steady, deep. He moans around the gag with every thrust. Later she lounges on a low throne, high heels and nothing else. Chad crouches at her side. She pulls him between her tits, lets him taste, then spreads for his tongue. Permission granted, he eats like a man starved. When she’s had enough, she shoves her feet at him—clean arches, painted toes—and he licks, sucks, worships. One heel presses his cock flat, stroking slow until he’s shaking. He begs. She grins, foot still working, waiting to decide.
