Proving His Worth To The Bitches

Mistress Chanel had Robert on his knees the night before the party. She worked his body-builder frame like she owned every inch, whipping his back, then dragging him over her knee for a spanking that left red prints across his ass. His cock refused to behave. It twitched, swelled, and pointed straight at her no matter how hard she struck him. She bent forward just enough to let him catch one breath of her ass. That single whiff made him throb thicker. She strapped on a thick dildo, shoved him face-down, and drove straight into him. Every thrust only stiffened him more. She warned him—no coming until she did. When she climbed on top she set a vibrator against the thin stretch of skin behind his balls and rode him hard. The toy turned him into a living sex toy, and her slick heat soaked his shaft and balls. She ground down until her juices ran over him, then slid off and wrapped a cruel fist around his cock. She stroked once, twice, then stopped. Again. Again. Each time she pulled away right at the edge, she watched his muscles shake. Finally she let him spill, and the filthy load surged out in thick, desperate ropes across his stomach.