Dripping cocks must be punished!

Corbin Dallas leaks like a faucet the second Mistress Cherry Torn walks in. She locks him down tight, wrists pulled back, ankles spread, the kind of bondage that leaves nothing to chance. Her hand cracks across his bare ass again and again, sharp and mean, but the traitorous cock between his legs just keeps spilling, slick strands hanging off the head like he wants more. She beats him harder. It only makes him shoot—thick, sudden spurts that splatter the floor before he’s even given permission. Cherry doesn’t blink. She cages him fast, steel biting into still-twitching flesh, then snaps the final key inside a clear plastic prison of its own so the glinting metal dangles inches from his eyes with no hope of touch. Done playing nice, she straps a fat dildo between his teeth, climbs over his helpless face, and rides it until her juices run in shiny trails down the silicone, so close he can smell her but forever out of reach.