Divine Roman Holiday

Lorelei Lee stands there in a second skin of black latex, every curve shining under the lights like a blade. Nathan Explosion kneels at her boots, shaking, new to this game. She drags the toe of one heel across his straining cock, watching him twitch and leak, then pulls it away when he starts to beg. She makes him kiss every inch of her before she rides his face, smothering him with her ass while her gloved hand twists and squeezes his balls until his groans are muffled between her thighs. When he’s gasping, she slides a thick strap-on between his cheeks and fucks him slow, then harder, until his hips jerk against the table and his voice breaks. She binds his wrists and ankles with rope, leaving him spread. A cock ring bites tight around the base of his shaft. Every time he gets close she pulls away, laughing low, making him beg to come while she teases the head with cruel little strokes. He ends up on all fours, a bit between his teeth, while she rides him like a pony, crop cracking across his ass whenever he falters. Sweat runs under the latex. Her smile stays sharp. Nathan’s breath comes in ragged sobs, caught between pain and want, and still he pushes back for more.