Gavin and Kym Wilde

Kym has Gavin under her spell, tied tight with his balls stretched to the ceiling. He's never been this exposed, this open, and she knows it. Her mouth hovers over the swollen skin, purple from the strain, and she toys with him—light kisses, slow licks, just enough to make him twitch. He strains for more but the rope has other ideas. She smiles, then gives him what he didn’t ask for: pain. Sharp. Precise. The kind that makes his breath catch and his cock throb harder. The wetter her cunt gets, the harder she pushes, and he takes it, every slap, every twist. He’ll get her on his tongue only if he earns it, only if he begs like he means it.