Little Red Riding Whore: A Whipped Ass Halloween Special!

A girl in scraps of costume steps out for the night and disappears. Felony hauls her into the dark, Lyla Storm kicking once before the door slams. Tape across her mouth. Water poured over her head until she chokes and sputters. Breath stolen, then returned. Ropes cinch her into impossible angles, every twitch pulling something tighter. Felony perches her on a vibrating sybian, Lyla’s thighs shaking, breath coming in sobs. Ass worship follows, tongue and teeth and spit until the girl is grinding back without shame. Pussy licking turns to a fist—slow, relentless—until her juices run down her legs. When she finally breaks and sprays, Felony laughs, straps on, and takes her ass hard, the slap of leather and skin loud in the empty room. By the time it’s over, the Halloween girl is just a dripping, used thing on the floor, and Felony is already looking for the next one.