Diablo and Princess Kali

Princess Kali wants a lap dance. She won’t pay the twenty. The stripper’s on his knees instead, tongue working between her toes like a grateful dog. She watches his lips drag across her soles, makes him earn every second of air he gets. When his mouth slips she swings the flogger—hard, fast—then slaps him once for good measure. His ass is next. She greases a plug, drives it in without ceremony, twists it until he whimpers. Another, thicker. She keeps replacing them, stretching him open, telling him this is what men are built for. When she’s satisfied he’s ready she straps on, lines up, and sinks in deep. Every thrust carries the same message: pay up or take it.