Cheating Whore

Millie’s bent over the bed, wrists and ankles spread and lashed to the posts. Naked, ass up, she can’t go anywhere. The crop cracks first, a sharp bite across each cheek, then the paddle lands heavy, and the flogger follows in loud, stinging stripes. She jerks in her ropes, mouth open, every hit making her twitch. The same tools redden her thighs until the skin is hot to the touch. The VR rig is strapped on. She can’t see a thing, just feel. A rubber sleeve is pressed tight over her face, the open mouth of the mask level with her lips. You slide through that tight hole, cock thick, and she chokes around it, drooling down her chin. Every slap of the paddle or crop makes her throat tighten and her moan vibrate straight up your shaft. She takes it, wrists twisting in the cuffs, body shaking every time the flogger kisses her ass, every time your cock pushes deeper down her throat.