Hellraiser Felony Returns to Divine Bitches!

Two years in the deep freeze didn't cool Felony's fire. The doctors figured she was out of reach, locked tight so no man would ever taste her cruelty again. They figured wrong. One clean break and she's loose. Jonah Marx never stood a chance. She starts with the cane. Hard, vicious strokes that leave his ass striped and burning. The flogger comes next, heavy tails snapping over muscle, each blow timed to catch the fresh welts. Electricity follows—pads and probes buzzing against skin already raw, shocks that lock his body and tear sounds from his throat. When she's ready, she fucks him. Strap-on buried in his ass, steady and deep, every thrust driving the point home. Jonah takes it, body jerking, face pressed to the floor. Felony wants more. She straddles his face, grinds down until her cunt covers his mouth, then sinks onto his cock with the same ruthless rhythm. Both holes get what they need. She rides until she's shaking, then squirts hard, soaking him from chest to cock. The mess doesn't stop her. She works him dry, milks every drop from his balls, and makes him swallow the proof—thick, bitter, his own.