Wild Bill and Harmony

Harmony Rose towers over Bill. She wraps his body in tight black tape, turning him into a living mummy with only his balls and mouth left exposed. She clips his nipples and stretches his nuts until his whole body strains against the wrapping. Wires press against his sack, delivering jolts that make him jerk like a fish on the line. Her boots are in his face and he licks the sweat from her armpit, obedient and shaking. She slides the long black nightstick between his lips, then forces it into his ass while he gasps. When she switches to her strap-on she bends him over, drives into him hard, pulls his balls back like reins. Every thrust rocks the clothespins. He sucks her feet, tongue working between her toes, drool running down his chin. She fucks him until she comes, then shoves his face between her legs to finish again, his own load streaking the floor in hot white ropes.