A Cuckold On Their Anniversary

Savannah looks soft, but she moves like a woman who already decided how this anniversary goes. She drags Corbin into a back room and tells the specialist she wants everything—dominatrix, cuckold, humiliation, strap. He mutters, shifts, tries to laugh it off. She shuts that down quick. Soon he’s stripped, lipstick on, her panties riding up his ass, while she swings the flogger across his back in hard, steady strokes. Each hit lands and he flinches, breath catching. She bends him over, works a thick plug in, then lines up the strap-on and drives it home without warning. He gasps; she doesn’t slow down. When she’s satisfied he’s open enough, she has him drop to his knees and open his mouth for Ruckus. The cock stretches his lips, and she watches, eyes bright, as spit runs down his chin. She ties him spread-eagle, slaps a cage on his dick, and climbs onto Ruckus. Every thrust makes her moan louder, until she’s shaking and gushing, come soaking the sheets and dripping onto Corbin’s face. She keeps going, rides through another orgasm, another wet burst, laughing while he lies there blinking through it. At the end she leans over, cups his jaw, and makes him swallow every thick rope Ruckus shoots across his tongue. “Happy anniversary, baby,” she says, still breathless, still dripping.