Stacey Cash and Elliot Skellington

She leans over him and asks if he even knows why the ball gag sits between his teeth. No answer, just the soft creak of rope. Because that mouth only works when it's eating pussy or licking ass, she says, then jerks the leash that wraps his balls. The black latex on her stretches tight. He presses his tongue flat, tastes, keeps licking. Stacey Cash moves like she owns the space, whip coiled in one fist, suit gleaming. She swings. The crack hits first, then the burn. When he flinches she lines the thick strap-on behind him, pushes hard, fucks him open in steady, punishing strokes.