Arson Leigh kneels on the bed, wrists and neck lashed to the frame, bra yanked down so her tits stand out. You slap her chest and stomach with the crop, hard enough to leave streaks, while your free hand squeezes and twists whatever flesh you like. Her cunt glistens already. You step in close. POV. She opens her mouth and takes your cock to the back of her throat, eyes watering. Every time she slacks, the cane cracks across her shoulders or the flogger lands between her legs. She tightens up fast. She pulls off long enough to beg, voice hoarse, “Please fuck me.” You push her onto her back, legs spread, and drive in deep. The frame rattles. She gushes, soaking the sheets, but you don’t stop. You flip her feet up and cane the soles until she’s shaking and apologizing. Then you shove your cock between her lips again so she can lick her own mess off you. Once you’re slick, you pull her onto your lap. She sinks down, riding hard, until you clip a neat line of clothespins across both tits. Right when her breath catches and her cunt starts to spasm, you yank the string. Pins pop free in one bright sting. She comes anyway, clenching around you. You hold her head, bury yourself in her mouth, and flood her throat until she swallows every drop.
Arson Leigh kneels on the bed, wrists and neck lashed to the frame, bra yanked down so her tits stand out. You slap her chest and stomach with the crop, hard enough to leave streaks, while your free hand squeezes and twists whatever flesh you like. Her cunt glistens already. You step in close. POV. She opens her mouth and takes your cock to the back of her throat, eyes watering. Every time she slacks, the cane cracks across her shoulders or the flogger lands between her legs. She tightens up fast. She pulls off long enough to beg, voice hoarse, “Please fuck me.” You push her onto her back, legs spread, and drive in deep. The frame rattles. She gushes, soaking the sheets, but you don’t stop. You flip her feet up and cane the soles until she’s shaking and apologizing. Then you shove your cock between her lips again so she can lick her own mess off you. Once you’re slick, you pull her onto your lap. She sinks down, riding hard, until you clip a neat line of clothespins across both tits. Right when her breath catches and her cunt starts to spasm, you yank the string. Pins pop free in one bright sting. She comes anyway, clenching around you. You hold her head, bury yourself in her mouth, and flood her throat until she swallows every drop.
