Her Muscles, Her Pleasure

Mistress Kara caught Mike Panic during a snatch job meant to feed the Divine Bitches. One quiet command and he drops, ready to serve. She pins him with arms thick from the weights, drags her wet cunt over his chest, his face, smearing him with her heat. Then she straps on, drives the whole length up his ass while her hips snap forward, muscles flexing under her skin. Every time he squirms she reaches for his balls, squeezes, slaps, follows with the whip until his back is striped and he’s panting like a dog. When she wants more, she fastens the dildo gag, plants her knees on either side of his head and rides—ass and cunt grinding down until she’s slick and he’s choking on rubber. He stays flat on the floor, held by the weight of her power and the steady slap of skin on skin.