The Wrong House

Nicholas Ryder's phone dies mid-walk. He knocks on a door and Arson Leigh opens wearing nothing but leather bondage belts. No hello, no questions. She grabs his throat and yanks him inside. His clothes hit the floor. She straps his wrists tight to his thighs, then lays into him with a cane until his skin burns red. A zip-tie snaps around his balls. She strokes his cock just enough to watch it swell, then slams a long wooden paddle across his ass. Nicholas bends. She gags him with her gloved hand, spits into his hole, and works her fingers deep. A butt-plug with a tube and funnel slides in next. Arson spreads her legs, grinds a vibrator against her clit, and soaks the funnel with a hard squirt. The piss-warm liquid runs straight into him and she makes him keep every drop. Then the cattle prod cracks across his skin. Pain lights him up. She straps on a thick dildo and fucks his ass raw, her thrusts punishing, her grip like iron. She drops onto his face, smothers him, then slides down to suck his cock until it's rigid. She mounts him, rides hard, uses every inch to get herself off. When she's finished, she folds him into a piledriver, orders his hand on his dick, and watches him shoot straight into his own face.