Slippery Submissive

Skylar's naked body is already down on her knees, wrists cuffed, mouth open, when Damon walks in. The first crack of the crop makes her jerk and gasp. He doesn't waste time—paddle follows, leather smacking skin until her ass glows, then the clothespins bite down across her tits and thighs. She shudders, legs shaking, and suddenly she's squirting, a hot rush that splashes against the floor. Damon just laughs low and keeps going. He spreads lube across her ass, then swings a small toy bat and starts spanking her with it. Each swing lands with a wet slap. When she's panting and dripping, he grabs her face, fingers her hard, tongue in her mouth until she's squirming again and more squirt pours out of her. He doesn't let up—he keeps her pussy slick and open, ready. Then he ties a vibrator to a rope, positions it right against her clit, and starts fucking her. Hard. Every thrust slams her onto the toy, forces another gush from her. The position keeps her stuck, taking it exactly how he wants. Damon pounds her until he's ready, pulls out, and shoots thick ropes across her face, leaving her marked, soaked, and still twitching.