Jason Bays, Claire Adams and Cherokee

Mistress Cherokee plants her heel in his chest. Stomps down. The sub grunts, pain blooming across his ribs. She lifts, pivots, grinds that spike heel into his crotch until his balls throb. He gasps. She drops lower, grips his cock in one gloved fist, yanks it hard, twists. Her other hand cups his sac, squeezes till his knees shake. She takes a flesh-light, coats it inside, slams it down his length in fast, vicious strokes. The wet sound is loud in the room. She rides the toy against his shaft until his hips jerk. Then the toy vanishes. She moves behind him, pushes him chest-down onto the mat, straps his wrists. The strap-on snaps into place. She spits on the head, lines it up, and shoves. One thrust. He cries out. She pulls back, drives in again, angles till he’s shaking under every stroke. Athletic frame moving steady, black hair swinging, biceps tight from holding his hips in place. She fucks him like the mat will break. When his hole is slick and open, she pulls out, steps over his face, lowers until his mouth is full. No hesitation. She rocks against his tongue while he gasps for air between her thighs, bondage keeping him exactly where she wants him.