Better Luck Next Time

Tyler’s still on probation. Mistress Dimarco pulls him close, shows him every inch of what he can’t have, then yanks it away. She bends him, strips him of any pride, and leaves him shaking. A whip cracks across his back. Weights swing from his balls. She plants her ass over his mouth and makes him serve until he can’t breathe. When he’s broken and open, she straps on, drives in, and fucks him hard enough to rattle the frame. He still thinks he might earn a taste of her pussy. She keeps him on that lie right up to the end, then rips it away. A thick gag fills his throat, her thighs clamp his face, and she rides until she soaks him, come and squirt dripping down his chin while the cock press keeps him limp and useless beneath her. He’s left slick, aching, and wondering if he’ll ever be enough.