Clear Chemistry

Katrina puts Derek in his place and he takes it. Blindfolded, head locked in a vice, wrists strapped, he sits high and exposed while she works him over. Nails rake across his chest, her hand cracks against his skin, paddle and zapper follow, then clothespins bite into his cock and balls. Later he’s stripped, cuffed, bent over a crate. Katrina steps up behind him in harness. She feeds the strap-on into his mouth, slaps his ass, then drives it into him, taking his hole in hard, steady thrusts. Flat on his back now, wrists and ankles spread, Derek waits. Katrina mounts his cock, grinds slow and wet, then rides him proper. She switches, plants her cunt on his face, takes his shaft in her fist, keeps him guessing which hole she’ll claim next. Finally she pins his wrists and orders him to come for her like the toy he is.