Owned by a Goddess

Kitana Montana struts onto the set in skin-tight latex, tits straining against the shine. Fluffy’s already naked on his knees, wrists chained to a low beam. She barks an order and he sticks his ass out. Her gloved hands crack across both cheeks, then she swaps to a leather paddle and beats him until the skin glows angry red. She steps into a fat strap-on, grabs his hips, and drives the whole length straight up his ass—hard, steady, no mercy. When she yanks it free, she shoves the shiny cock into his mouth, feeding him every inch until spit runs down his chin. Next, he’s on the floor, ankles folded under him, arms wrenched behind his back, neck roped to the beam. Kitana pins dozens of clothespins to his chest, his thighs, his balls. She leans in, letting her heavy tits brush his face, then slides a cold steel rod down his piss-hole. His grunt only makes her grin. She drags him to a filthy mattress, lays him flat, and plants her ass on his mouth. He licks like a starving man—pussy, asshole, everything. She mounts his cock, rides for a minute, then sneers that his dick does nothing for her. She edges him with quick, cruel strokes, backs off, edges again, until he erupts in a thick, helpless mess. She scoops it up, shoves it into his mouth, makes him swallow. Hovering above his face, she presses the Hitachi to her clit and comes in long, shaking waves, dripping right onto his tongue.