A Perfect Slut

Rissa drops to her knees like she was born there, blindfold snug, wrists tied wide, tits out and begging. Vince moves in fast, fingers sinking into soft flesh, the crop cracking across her nipples, then her tongue, making her jerk and moan. He shoves his cock down her throat until her jaw aches, then drives the vibrator into her dripping cunt until she sprays across the floor. Bent over now, arms pinned behind her back, her big ass exposed. He swings the paddle hard, leaves red welts blooming, then slams into her pussy, pulls out, shoves it between her tits, back into her mouth. He takes every inch of her like he owns it. Flat on her back, wrists strapped to ankles, holes spread wide. Vince pounds her cunt, works the vibe against her clit until she shakes, then switches to her ass, back again, never letting her rest. He sits on her face, grinding while she tongues his hole, his dick sliding between her tits. Hot wax drips onto her feet, across her nipples, burning then cooling. He fucks her harder after that, hips snapping like a piston until he pulls out and paints her face, tits, everything.