Alice Sadique and Rox

Alice Sadique and Rox walk in already wired, his hands loose at his sides, her eyes hard. At home he calls the shots. Here she clips a strap-on around her hips and lines the tip up while he bends over the bench, breathing shallow. She works him open with slow, steady thrusts, smiling every time he flinches. When she’s sure he can take it she picks up the pace, hips snapping, the leather harness creaking against her skin. He grunts, half pain, half want, and she laughs under her breath. She pulls out, tells him to stay bent. Ropes bite into his wrists and ankles; the knots are quick, tight, and final. A flogger whistles through the air and lands across his back in sharp stripes. She pauses between strokes, leaning close so he can feel her breath on his ear while she reminds him who’s driving tonight. Every flick of the tails makes him twitch, and every twitch makes her wetter. She drops into the chair, spreads her thighs, and pulls his face between them. He licks fast, hungry, nose pressed to her. While his tongue works she reaches under him, cups his balls, squeezes until his moan vibrates straight into her cunt. Clothes pins march down his shaft and over his sac, black plastic teeth sinking in. She gives each one a light slap, watching his whole body jerk. When he slows down she slaps harder, pins popping free one by one, skin reddening in their wake. He stays hard the whole time. She stays wet. Neither of them looks away.