Helena Locke Takes Down The Douchebag

Helena Locke catches Lance Hart staring at her ass while she cleans his pool. He hurls cheap insults like every asshole she’s ever dealt with. She smiles, grabs his wrist, and the scene flips. Rope tightens around his wrists, hoisting him until his toes barely graze the ground. The first crack of the flogger lands across his back and he jerks forward. Helena circles, crops his nipples, smacks his cock, and squeezes his balls until he’s hard despite himself. Sweat runs down his chest. She steps close, strokes that cock just enough to own it, then sinks onto him and rides until she cums, leaving him panting and leaking. When she collars him he drops to all fours like the dog he is. She straps on, lines up, and thrusts deep into his hole, fucking every shred of bravado out of him. His moans turn to gasps. When she finally allows it, he shoots thick ropes across his own stomach. Helena scoops the mess with two fingers and shoves it into his open mouth, making him swallow every drop while she watches.