Rope Slut Shows Off Her Gushing Cunt

Her mouth waters the second I mention my cock in her throat, and it hits me—she comes from that kind of choking. But I’m in no rush. I want to watch her twist first. The dress comes off fast. Ropes bite into her skin, pinning her tits out and spreading her cunt open for whatever I feel like giving. Flogger kisses her nipples, then the vibrator dips between her thighs, back and forth till her hips jerk. She tries to beg through the gag, but it’s too early to let her come. Scene two: legs pulled wide, back arched. A tiny vibe buzzes right on her clit and the clamps tug at each nipple. She screams, shakes, and drenches the box beneath her until the wood is slick. Bent over, heels wobbling, ass up. She takes the thick cock inch by inch, then rides it hard, cunt sucking it in like she’s starved. Just when I think I’ve forgotten the throat, she moans for it—filthy little reminder. I ram the cock down her throat, pull back, then slam it into her soaked pussy again, trading holes until every muscle is used and trembling. Lyla, you’re soaked. Clean yourself up.