Mia Little: Begging For Permission

Locked in chastity. Blindfold on. Mia Little waits for your word like a dog on a leash. You give it, and the blindfold comes off. Their hand cracks across those thick thighs, paddle following after, each hit sharp enough to make them jerk. A row of clothespins bites into their tits. You tell them to pull. They rip them free, one by one, skin snapping back, breath hissing through clenched teeth. You toss the key. Chastity hits the floor. Mia’s fingers go straight to that starved cunt, rubbing, spreading, then they shove it down onto the Hitachi, hips rolling, eyes half-lidded, desperate. They look up. They beg. You nod. The machine is wheeled in. Mia lines it up, gets on all fours, and that cock rams home, pounding them deep, ass bouncing, the wet slap loud in the room. They flip onto their back, legs spread wide, machine still driving, orgasm after orgasm ripping through them, and they still want more.