Olive Glass Unleashes Her Perfect Cunt Onto Captive Meat

Olive Glass walks in and Eli drops. One look and he knows who's in charge. She locks him in a cage, then drips hot wax down his back and thighs. The wax lands, he screams, and she keeps going. When she opens the door he crawls out and kisses her feet like he’s grateful for the burn. She makes him follow on all fours. She bends him over the cage and beats his ass raw with the flogger, then rolls him onto his back for the paddle—sides, thighs, stomach, every inch. Her pale skin brushes his and he shudders, cock already fighting the cage. She doesn’t give him a second to breathe. She straps on, lines up, and fucks his ass hard. She switches to the fuck-saw and drives it deeper, the machine thudding while his whole body shakes. He begs to come. She laughs, keeps riding his face with a dildo strapped to his mouth, taking what she wants. His locked cock twitches. She leans down, sucks it once through the bars of the cage—just enough to make him groan—then pulls away. He stays hard, denied, owned.