Ryder Coxx and Aiden Starr

Aiden Starr wastes no time. She wants him kneeling with his face down and her toes in his mouth the second the camera starts. He obeys fast, licking between each toe like he’s starving. The moment she grows bored, she opens his briefcase. Out come the tools. She clicks open a pen and tests the tip on his balls, then draws slow, deliberate lines across them while he winces. Next she picks a heavy plug, forces it in, adds a second, and smiles when he stretches. The cane comes out, sharp and loud against his ass, leaving welts that bloom red. She keeps hitting until his breathing gets ragged. Satisfied he’s ready, she wheels over the fuck-machine, lines up the dildo, and flips the switch. The shaft slams into him while she straps a gag-mounted dildo to his face and rides it hard, hips grinding, eyes locked on his. Every thrust from the machine knocks his body forward, making her moans louder. She uses him like furniture until she’s finished, then leaves him sore, marked, and exactly where she wants him.