Penny Barber’s got Max Mabry cuffed to a St. Andrew’s cross, every inch of him exposed. She lays the cane across his thighs until the skin blooms and he can’t keep quiet. The crop follows, snapping sharp, and Max jerks hard against the leather. She drops lower, tongue flicking his nipples, then sucks the head of his cock through the thin lace until it strains wet against her mouth. Now he’s on his back, one leg hauled high. Penny slides the fat strap-on past his lips and fucks his throat slow, spit running down his chin. Her fingers slip inside him, open him, and then the dildo follows—thick, relentless—pushing deep while she works her own clit. When she comes she sprays across his hole, the hot splash making him shudder. She climbs over his chest, squirts again, feeds him what runs down his skin. Max is stripped bare now. Penny plants the vibrator on his cock and sits on his face, grinding her clit against his tongue while she stripes his thighs with the flat cane. He licks like he’s starved, but she pulls away just before she comes. She frees his hands only long enough for him to stroke himself stiff for her cunt. The second she lines him up, Max spills without permission. Penny’s eyes go cold. She makes him say he’s sorry, straps his wrists back down, blindfolds him. The cane and crop mark fresh stripes across his skin. She sits on his face again, smothering him while she works her clit. She sticks the suction-cup dildo to his smooth chest and rides it hard, squirting straight into his open mouth. When she rips the blindfold off she plants her pussy on his tongue and comes once more, leaving Max bound, soaked, the dildo still stuck to him like a trophy.
Penny Barber’s got Max Mabry cuffed to a St. Andrew’s cross, every inch of him exposed. She lays the cane across his thighs until the skin blooms and he can’t keep quiet. The crop follows, snapping sharp, and Max jerks hard against the leather. She drops lower, tongue flicking his nipples, then sucks the head of his cock through the thin lace until it strains wet against her mouth. Now he’s on his back, one leg hauled high. Penny slides the fat strap-on past his lips and fucks his throat slow, spit running down his chin. Her fingers slip inside him, open him, and then the dildo follows—thick, relentless—pushing deep while she works her own clit. When she comes she sprays across his hole, the hot splash making him shudder. She climbs over his chest, squirts again, feeds him what runs down his skin. Max is stripped bare now. Penny plants the vibrator on his cock and sits on his face, grinding her clit against his tongue while she stripes his thighs with the flat cane. He licks like he’s starved, but she pulls away just before she comes. She frees his hands only long enough for him to stroke himself stiff for her cunt. The second she lines him up, Max spills without permission. Penny’s eyes go cold. She makes him say he’s sorry, straps his wrists back down, blindfolds him. The cane and crop mark fresh stripes across his skin. She sits on his face again, smothering him while she works her clit. She sticks the suction-cup dildo to his smooth chest and rides it hard, squirting straight into his open mouth. When she rips the blindfold off she plants her pussy on his tongue and comes once more, leaving Max bound, soaked, the dildo still stuck to him like a trophy.
