Michael and Deja Daire

Deja Daire struts into the dungeon, the air thick with want and fear. Michael hangs there, wrists cinched, waiting. She wastes no time. One bar, cold steel, slides up inside him, locking his body in place, leaving nothing to hide. His cock and balls get the attention next, tied, pulled, every tug a reminder that she owns him. She leans in, lips close to his ear, breathing heat against his skin. Then the bar works deeper, and she spanks him till his ass glows red. He whimpers, but she only smiles. The final act: a fat dildo strapped tight over his mouth, gag harness biting in. She mounts his face, riding the rubber cock, her thighs gripping hard, hips rolling slow and filthy while he stays locked beneath her, used exactly how she likes.