New Slaveboy Gets Smothered and Pounded: Brittany Andrews and Inkfit

Brittany Andrews fills that black latex like she was poured in. Curves tight, tits huge, attitude mean. Inkfit crawls in on hands and knees, collared, waiting for her to choose him. She likes the sight—his tongue already working the heel of her boot like he means to fuck it. She makes him earn the real thing. First order: shine. Her boots are filthy, stomped through god-knows-what last week. He licks, spits, polishes with nothing but tongue until the leather gleams. When she’s satisfied, she drops her weight on his face—smothers him between those tits, grinds her bare cunt over his mouth, decides when air gets back in his lungs. Then rope. One leg high, hole spread wide. Paddle lands hard; skin goes pink, then red. She clips clothespins on his balls, his nipples, his tongue, and swings the flogger until every pinch burns. Tongue next—wet, hot, pushing into his hole before the thick dildo follows. He opens slow. She doesn’t care. She drives deeper anyway. More paddle. Sharp cracks, welts rising. When his ass glows right, she shoves her cock down his throat instead—skull-fucks him till spit ropes off his chin. Then she’s on him again, rubber dick splitting him open while her fist works his own cock. Dirty ass-to-mouth: he cleans her strap with the same mouth that just took it deep. She rides him hard from behind, folds him in half, fucks until he’s loose and shaking. Her turn. She sucks him slow, gets him rigid, then drops onto his face so he can eat. He licks, sucks, fucks her with tongue and cock until he can’t hold it. She lets him paint his own load across her fingers, then feeds every drop back to him while he swallows like the grateful bitch he is.