My Apologies

Ms. Kim doesn't bluff. When she orders silence, she expects silence. Devon breaks the rule. The busty blonde gets the pussy plate clamped tight, voltage biting each time she whimpers. Pen in hand, she tries to scratch out her apology while the shocks keep jolting through her cunt. The first letter isn't enough. Ms. Kim trades the plate for the prod. One touch and Devon jerks, thighs slick. Another touch and she sobs the next line. The domme flips her over, bare hand cracking across pale flesh, then swaps back to the plate for good measure. Devon's writing turns shaky, ink blotching the paper, yet every illegible word earns her another jolt. When the letter finally passes inspection, the real service begins. Devon drops to her knees, tongue working Ms. Kim's smooth pussy, then sliding lower to rim her tight ass. Ms. Kim holds her there, hips rolling, until she's satisfied. Only then does she strap Devon face-down, wrists bound, legs spread. The thick samurai dildo sinks in slow, stretching the blonde's ass inch by inch until she's filled and shaking. Ms. Kim fucks her deep and steady, driving the shaft home with every thrust. Devon comes hard, body locked tight around the toy, a raw, helpless orgasm that leaves her limp and dripping.