Tormenting The Man Meat

Brogan’s strapped to a wooden chair, muscles flexed and jaw tight, when Ana steps close. She swings a paddle hard against his thighs, leaves burning stripes, then clips a row of wooden pins along his drawn-up balls. His cock jumps. She pumps it slow and tight, then rips the pins free in one jerk; he chokes on the rush. Next she bends him face-down over a thick beam, wrists and ankles cinched. The paddle finds his ass, then a heavy flogger falls, skin blooming red. Ana spits on two fingers, works them deep, opens him, then pushes a thick dildo inside and fucks him steady until he rocks back for more. She swaps the toy for her harness, drives the strap-on in, hips snapping. Later she flips him onto his back. Her thighs pin his head; she grinds her wet cunt over his mouth while her tongue slides up his shaft. A vibrator buzzes against her clit until she shudders and comes, leaving Brogan straining, denied, cock leaking on his stomach.