Yes Queen Betty: Betty Solace Doms Baxxx

Betty Solace works him like she owns the air he breathes. Baxxx dangles in a round steel cage, lacy panties stretched over his muscled ass, stockings and garter clinging to thick thighs. She straddles the bars in leather and fishnets, platform heels clicking, swinging back and forth while she laughs and jolts him with the zapper. Every giggle is a taunt. He answers "Yes Queen Betty" to every order, voice tight from the shocks. She orders him to worship her cunt through the bars. He strains, tongue desperate, barely reaching. She keeps the rhythm—zapper, crop, long red whip—admiring how sweet that caged ass looks each time it jumps. He earns release. Down on the leather bench he’s tied, arms spread, legs open. Betty teases his mouth with her strap-on until he sucks like he means it. Then the flogger falls, hard kisses land, her palm cracks against his skin. She sinks the cock in deep and watches him writhe, every thrust measured to keep him right on the edge. She flips him, ties him tighter on his back, strokes him hard while her pussy hovers over his face. She rides his tongue, then slides down, takes his cock and fucks him until she gushes. Only when she’s satisfied does she jerk him off, granting the orgasm she’s been dangling all along.