Keep Your Distance: Aiden Starr and Ruckus

Ruckus picks the cage lock and creeps into Aiden Starr’s dungeon like he’s forgotten every rule she hammered into him. Her voice cracks the air like a whip when she catches him pawing her floggers and canes. She lays out the price in plain language. Nipples get snapped in rat traps first. When that pain peaks she swaps in clover clamps and makes him tug the chain himself, his screams echoing off the walls. She laughs, low and mean, while he flogs his own thighs and slaps his face red on her orders. When she decides he’s taken enough, the cage comes off. His cock is out, which means it stays hard—her rule, not a request. He strokes under her stare while she spells out what happens next. She’s ovulating. Wet. He’s going to fill her. She lets him see her tits and spread her cunt while she drips the filthy plan into his head. Once she’s satisfied his mind’s twisted enough, the machine slides in. Ruckus rocks his hips onto the thick dildo, groaning as the speed climbs at her word. He takes every thrust until she’s done watching. Then she snaps her fingers—come in his palm, eat it. And he does.