All Hail the Queen

Gogo Zombi knows how to run the show. She struts in wearing a sheer red top and vinyl thigh-high boots the color of fresh blood. Baxxx hangs spread-eagle on a St. Andrew’s cross, naked, wrists and ankles cinched tight. She drags a crop across his chest, makes him say the word “Mommy,” and the single syllable earns him a stinging crack. She wraps her fist around his cock and orders him hard; nothing happens, so she swaps the crop for a paddle and swings until his skin turns red. She steps close, spreads those thick cheeks and tells him the only way he gets near her pussy is if his useless dick can push through all that ass. Her big tits spill free. She shoves a nipple between his lips while she jerks him, but he stays limp, so the zapper kisses his balls and clothespins bite down on his nipples. Next she has him flat on his back, one leg hoisted, cock locked in a steel cage. She works a fat plug into his ass until the ring gives, then swaps it for a strap-on thicker than his forearm. She drives every inch home, hips snapping, sweat shining on her tits while he grunts beneath her. When his hole is used up she pops the cage, plants her pussy on his mouth, and rides his tongue until her thighs shake. Her ass bounces, cheeks clapping against his face, and his cock finally swells. She drops onto it in one slick motion, twerking and grinding until she cums hard, pussy pulsing around him. When she’s finished she slides off, sucks him wet and loud, and strokes until he shoots across his own stomach with her cunt still smothering his mouth.