You smell like a bitch and not the good kind.

Mistress Francesca Le walks in and Sebastian Keys knows he is fucked. She does not give a damn if he comes or if his cock works again. Her pleasure comes only when she breaks him. He strains against the ropes, muscles locked tight, but she pins him down with a single glance. Her hand finds his balls, squeezes until his eyes water. She turns, spreads, and plants her sweaty ass over his mouth. Clean it. Every fold. He licks fast and desperate while she grinds. When she decides he has earned the next round, she shoves a thick black strap-on between his cheeks and drives it home. He grunts, half protest, half need. Still not enough for her. She coats her fist with lube, works it past the ring of muscle, and keeps going until her wrist disappears inside him. Sebastian shakes, sweat running into his eyes, but she does not stop until every knuckle is buried and he is left gasping on the floor.