Muscle Match Up

Cody is already bound to the post, muscles tight under the rope. Tiffani circles him like she owns every inch. She clips the butterfly clamps to his nipples and watches him twitch, then swings the flogger across his chest and thighs until the skin blooms red. His briefs come down and she slaps his cock with her bare palm, making it swing and stiffen. He sucks in a breath and stays quiet. Next she has him blindfolded on the bed, knees spread, hands cinched behind him. The leather paddle lands hard across his ass, each strike leaving a hot print. She presses the big dildo against his hole until it gives, works it in and out until he’s slick and open. Then she says the words and he repeats them: “Please fuck me, Mistress.” She steps into the harness, lines up the strap-on, and drives in without ceremony. Cody grunts with every thrust, forehead pressed to the mattress. Later she settles him on his back, head locked in the queening chair. Tiffani strips, plants her pussy inches from his mouth, and runs a vibrator over her clit until she’s dripping. She sticks her toes between his lips; he sucks them while she rides the toy. When she comes she drops onto his face, smothering him in heat and wet while she reaches down, grabs his cock, and works it with her foot until his balls pull tight. After she finishes she frees one wrist, tells him to finish himself, then scoops the load from his stomach and feeds it to him.