The Destruction of a Submissive

Felony walks onto the set like she owns it—tight body, cocky grin. She’s fucked The Pope before. Figures this’ll be another quick ride. Problem is, she’s never seen what he actually does to a girl when it’s called destruction. The smile drops fast. He stretches her out on the floor, wrists and ankles pinned wide, then goes straight for those perfect tits. No warm-up, no mercy. Most scenes start between her legs. This one starts with pain. Clamps bite down hard. He hoists her into a brutal back arch that keeps her on her toes and breathing shallow. Her nipples get whipped raw, then zippered, slapped, pumped, tied tight, and flogged until they’re swollen and angry. Every strike lands exactly where it hurts most. She’ll come, eventually. After the mascara runs and her voice cracks. After she’s shaking and broken open. She’ll gush, but only once he’s decided she’s earned it.