Submitting To A Goddess

Aiden Starr wants his mouth. She gets it. Cliff Adams came here thinking he’d just slide into some goddess fantasy, but she’s already got him on his knees with the strap buckled tight around her hips and no lube in sight. The rubber cock stretches him open, every thrust punching deeper than the last. He tries to hold it, fails. Cum splatters before she gives permission. The cage snaps shut on his still-twitching cock while his face burns with the rest of the night still ahead. She makes him lick the mess off the floor, then bends him again, ass up, the strap driving back in. Every slap, every taunt, every inch of denial teaches the same lesson: he asked for a goddess, and she came to collect.