Dream Come True

Blake's waited years for this shot at Isis Love. A true goddess. One taste and he's done for. She kicks out one boot. He drops. Tongue out, licking black leather until it shines, spit running down his chin. She drops that thick ass on his face and grinds, owning every breath he pulls. The cat o' nine tails whistles down across his back, marking him red. She straps the harness tight, spreads him open and drives every inch home. He takes it because she says so. When she flips him and slides down on his cock, he loses whatever control he had left. He pumps deep, can't stop, shoots inside her. She comes hard, then makes him pay for the mess. He stays on his knees, spent and shaking, exactly where she wants him.