Cole Conners and Dick Richards

Dick walks in for treatment, finds Cole already waiting with the straps. She slaps the table. He climbs on and she starts strapping him down, cinching his wrists and ankles until he can't move. The first lash lands across his chest and the second follows low. When his body jerks she smiles, cups his balls, and squeezes hard. He gasps. She keeps the pressure while the flogger snaps between his thighs. Sweat rolls off his abs. Cole shifts on the edge of the table, legs spread, fingers working fast between her own folds while her other hand slaps his cheek. Her breathing turns ragged. She steps away only long enough to slick a thick strap-on, then she lines up and pushes past the ring of muscle she hasn't taken before. Dick's back arches, breath caught, as she sinks in deep, every stroke timed with another twist of his balls and another crack of the whip across his shoulders. The room fills with the wet slap of her hips meeting his ass and the steady creak of leather holding him still.