Milking the Undertaker: A Divine Bitches Halloween Special!!!

Maitresse Madeline rises from the grave. Pale skin. Black lace. Alex Adams stands frozen, breathing heavy, already half-hard from the thought of punishment. She doesn't speak at first. Just walks slow circles around him, dragging her cane along the stone floor until the sound gets inside his bones. Then she strikes. The cane cracks across his ass—hard, clean, unforgiving. Alex jerks forward. She grabs his hair, pulls his face down between her thighs, and rides his mouth like she owns it. No air. No mercy. Just the wet heat of her cunt grinding against his tongue while she flogs his back red. She makes him kiss her feet. Lick between her toes. Thank her. Then she bends him over and fucks him deep with her strap-on, pushing hard until his moans turn into broken whimpers. Every thrust rocks him forward into her hand, which strokes his cock with vicious precision—never enough to finish, just enough to keep him shaking. When she's ready, she straps him down. Spread. Exposed. Her fingers slide in deep, working his prostate until his cock leaks in steady pulses. She milks him slow. Cruel. Watches every drop spill while his whole body fights the restraints. He comes without permission. She keeps going anyway.