Mistress Isis has herself a fresh piece of meat. CJ Seven takes one look and knows he'll crawl, beg, bleed if that's what she wants. She wastes no time. Weights swing from his balls like cheap ornaments. A rope cuts into his wrists while she drives her strap-on deep, each thrust lifting him off the floor. Chains rattle when he drops to his knees and licks the dirt from her toes. She uses his mouth until her thighs shake, then rides his cock until the edge blurs. When she's had enough she stretches out, wraps her feet around him, and strokes out every last drop.
Mistress Isis has herself a fresh piece of meat. CJ Seven takes one look and knows he'll crawl, beg, bleed if that's what she wants. She wastes no time. Weights swing from his balls like cheap ornaments. A rope cuts into his wrists while she drives her strap-on deep, each thrust lifting him off the floor. Chains rattle when he drops to his knees and licks the dirt from her toes. She uses his mouth until her thighs shake, then rides his cock until the edge blurs. When she's had enough she stretches out, wraps her feet around him, and strokes out every last drop.