Chanel Preston's Divine Latex: Used, Teased and Denied!

Chanel Preston knows what makes Tony Orlando fold. One glimpse of her in skin-tight latex and he will do anything. He wants to kneel. He wants to taste. Chanel gives nothing for free. She shoves her rubber feet at his face and makes him lick the soles until she hears worship in every breath. She turns, spreads, and drags his tongue over the curves she keeps sealed in shiny black. When he gets greedy she whips his cock and balls with a crop, pins him beneath her heels, and sends current through his skin just to watch him jerk. Chanel pulls out the strap-on, greases it, and fucks his ass in hard, steady strokes. He takes it on all fours, latex creaking around his ribs, while she slaps his balls between thrusts. Every time he groans she adds another jolt from the wand. She does not let him come. She uses his face, his mouth, his hole, then slides his cock into her just enough to feel the heat before pulling away again. Tony stays hard, dripping, obedient, denied, every second of his body under her control.