Ana's Fuck-Toy

Ana Foxxx owns Dillon Diaz. He's hanging upside-down by his feet, bit-gag jammed in his mouth, black skin gleaming under the lights. She slaps his body, squeezes hard, then bites down on his cock. The leather flogger cracks across him next, followed by the sharp bite of electricity. Now he's on his back, wrists and ankles locked in steel stocks, legs raised and roped wide. His hole is hers. Ana slides a cold sounding rod into his piss-slit, working the bend deep. Then the big strap-on drives into his ass—hard, steady, relentless. She lubes the long slink, takes the end between her teeth, and feeds the whole slick length up his stretched hole. She frees him, straddles his face, grinds until she comes on his tongue. Climbs onto his thick cock and rides it. When she gets tired of doing the work, she orders him behind her. He grips her hips and slams into her pussy. She tells him to fill her. He pounds until he shoots deep inside her, body shaking, breath ragged.