Welcome To The Dark Side 2

The tarp clings to Marcelo’s skin like a second punishment. Brittany Andrews stands over him, candle tilted, each hot drop landing where it hurts most—his nipples tighten, his balls draw up, the sting keeps him pinned. She flips him. Hot wax runs down the cleft of his ass, pooling around the tight ring she intends to open next. She snaps her fingers and he knows: mouth first. He wraps his lips around the thick strap-on, spits glistening down the shaft, sucking until the silicone gleams. Brittany shoves him onto the bench, lines up, and drives in hard. Each thrust shoves his chest against leather. She pulls out, pushes the same length between his lips again, makes him taste what just fucked him. When she’s finished she buckles him down, wrists and ankles locked to the bench. The domme walks out without a word, leaving the door cracked so anyone else who wants him can walk right in.