Allie Ruins The Floating Moaning Boy

Allie swings the floating boy in his chains, nylons kissing every inch of him while she controls the sway. Every brush of her legs, every tug of the mesh turns his breath into a moan that never quite lands. She keeps the rhythm cruel, steady, right until his body tenses and gives. Then she finishes him anyway—makes the mess come whether he wants it or not—leaving him dangling, panting, still locked and used.