Ariel X and Maya Kendrick: Too Swole To Control

Ariel X is weeks out from a fight and her manager Maya Kendrick keeps running her mouth about sponsorships, diets, image. Ariel’s patience snaps. She strings Maya up, arms spread, feet barely touching. Every strike of the cane lands with a clean crack. Clamps bite down on her nipples and Maya bites her lip to keep from crying out. Fists crack against muscle. The flogger cuts across her back. Maya swings and jerks in the ropes, trying to get away, but there’s nowhere to go. Ariel presses down, heavy thighs covering Maya’s face, smothering her until she gasps for air. The Hitachi hits her clit without mercy. Maya comes hard, legs shaking, then again, begging it to stop. Ariel works the thick strap-on past her lips first, then drives it down her throat until spit runs down her chin. When Maya’s ass is slick and open, Ariel sinks her fist inside, knuckles stretching the rim until the gape holds. Maya’s moans break into ragged sobs, but she stays suspended and dripping. By the time Ariel drops her, Maya knows exactly who runs things and why Ariel X is too much for anyone to hold back.