Mika Tan and sailor

Mika walks in with her strap-on already buckled on. Her sailor kneels where she left him, balls stretched tight to the bridge. One look tells him he’s already fucked up. She kicks him to his knees and makes him kiss her boots, tongue out, eyes up. Every wrong move gets another yank on the cord around his sac. Rope bites into his wrists when she binds him to a chair. She crops his nipples, smacks his cock with the leather tip, then swaps to the flogger across his chest. Sweat runs down his ribs. Mika spreads his ass, works lube into him with two fingers, then presses the head of her thick cock against his hole. She takes him slow at first, then harder, every thrust pulling on the rope still cinched to his balls. When she pulls out she shoves the dildo into his mouth and makes him clean it. He gags, spit running down his chin. She keeps him there until the lesson sinks in: nothing gets him off until she says so. Only then does she let his mouth earn what comes next.