Forbidden Fruit: A Femdom Sounding Ritual

Owen can't stay away. Mona Wales radiates a force that pulls him in. She toys with that pull, turns it against him. In moments he's on his knees. Her palm cracks across his skin. He buries his face between her thighs, mouth working, desperate. She gives him her strap-on next—thick, black, waiting. He sinks onto it. Mona answers with steel. One long rod after another slides down his shaft, inch by inch, cold and merciless. Her fist pumps the outside while the metal fucks the inside, every thrust sending sparks up his spine. Sweat glistens on muscle. Blonde hair sticks to her cheek. Tension coils tighter with every stroke until the scene throbs with heat, power, and raw need.