Mika Tan and Elliot Skellington

Mistress Mika Tan fills the dark room with heat. The gas mask clamps hard over his face—air only when she decides. She spreads for him. His tongue works her pussy, slides back to her ass, hungry and steady. She takes what she wants from his mouth, rides the rhythm until her breath sharpens. Then she turns the scene her way. She bends him, claims him, uses every inch she needs. Sweat. Strain. She leaves him lashed to the barrel, stretched and waiting, breath fogging the mask until their next collision.