BDSM Baptism: King Noire and Milo Skye

The shower beats down like a slow interrogation. Milo leans into the tile, ass pushed back in that soaked fishnet that clings to every curve. Water streams between her cheeks, runs over her pussy, and drips onto the floor. King Noire moves like a man who knows he owns the moment. His palm cracks against her ass, the sound bouncing off the walls. Then the chain collar snaps around her throat, cold links kissing skin. He strips the bodysuit off her, wrings it out, and smacks her wet flesh with it—each hit heavier than the last. The flogger comes next, tails snapping across her ass again and again until the skin flushes dark. Milo drops to her knees, tits offered up like a dare. King works the flogger over those big breasts, leaving them red and trembling. She opens her mouth and takes his thick cock, lips stretched, throat working. Later, rose petals float around them in the tub. King buries his tongue in her cunt, then flips her, driving into her from behind until her moans echo off the tile. A rose pressed to her lips, then his cum on her face, and they kiss through it, tasting each other while the water cools.