KINKY JOI: Cuckolded by the Cock Strapped to his Face

Well. Look at you. Stuck behind the glass in Gia Dimarco’s dungeon, cock aching, no proof you’re worth a damn. She peels her panties off, lets that ass sway, then strides straight to her gimp. One shove and the poor bastard’s on his back. She hovers that perfect cunt an inch above his nose, lets him breathe her in, then drags her wet folds across his face like she’s marking territory. You’d give anything to be the one she uses that way. Instead she plants herself, takes every inch of the cock jutting from his mouth, and rides—slow, deep, loud enough for you to hear how soaked she is. She spins, fucks it backward, keeps talking, keeps reminding you you’re nothing. A vibrator hums against her clit; her hips never stop. When she comes she floods the rubber, howls, then leans down and slurps her own cream off the shaft, red lips gliding, loud and filthy. She catches you tugging that sad little dick and laughs. Tells you to keep stroking. Tells you you’ll never get closer than this. She spits on the gimp’s cock, shows you the stroke she wants—tight, fast, mean. You follow along, desperate, but she’s clear: no finish. Not for you. She works that strapped-on dick until another orgasm rips through her, then another, while your fist stays busy and useless. Finally she milks the thing for real, jerks it till ropes of cum stripe her fingers. She holds the mess up for you to see, smirks, and gives the only order left: lick. Every drop. Losers swallow.