Power Fucked

Tiffani Time stands over Nicholas Ryder like a storm about to break. He waits in his briefs, bound chest, ankles, wrists, while she moves around him in black latex, tits out, eyes cold. Her hand grabs his cock, already stiff, slaps it, squeezes, then she yanks the fabric between his cheeks until it tears. Bare flesh meets her palm. A sharp crack. She calls him a slut. He takes it like he was born for it. She stuffs a ball-gag between his teeth and works the crop across his skin, hard. The torn briefs get knotted tight around his cock and balls, a perfect target. Clothespins pinch the shaft and his nipples, then she flogs them free. Each sting bites, then fades, leaving heat. Next, he’s bent forward, head and hands locked in a stockade. She straps on a thick cock, feeds it down his throat first, then works her fist inside his ass, stretching him wide. When the strap-on sinks in, she fucks him hard, driving every inch until the frame rattles. To keep him present she pours hot wax across his back while he makes pig sounds for her. Later she has him on his back, arched over a fuck-box, face covered. She lowers her perfect ass onto his mouth, rides his tongue, strokes him slow. Her pussy glides along his shaft, then she sinks down, takes him deep, fucks herself until she comes, hips grinding, breath sharp.