Dominatrix Kelli Provocateur Punishes Sub Man and Fucks His Ass!

Kelli is a force. Muscles cut and shining under the lights, her tits and ass flexing with every move. She radiates power and pure sex, the kind that drops men to their knees. Jonah Marx thinks he can stroll in wearing just trunks and sunglasses, like this is some Vegas pool party. Kelli ends that fantasy fast. One slap and he freezes. No one has ever checked him before. She calls him out for the disrespect and drives his head to the floor. He grovels, but she is already strapping him spread-eagle between two columns. Then she tears into him. Flogger, knotted whip, crop—she swings them until his skin burns black and blue and shines with welts. She smacks his cock with the crop until it throbs harder with every blow. The fear turns her on and she laughs, swinging harder. Once he is soft and swollen, she straps him down and shows him the fat strap-on. Jonah moans just seeing it. She shoves the dildo into his throat until it drips, then lines up and drives it straight into his ass. He screams, half pain, half hunger. She fucks him deep, rolling her hips, grinding her ass like the tool belongs to her. She flips him, jerks him twice, then plants her soaked cunt on his face. The Hitachi buzzes against her clit while her juices coat his tongue. She cums hard, feeding him every drop before she scoops up his load and makes him swallow it. A final slap, and she walks away, leaving him bound, bruised, and wrecked in the best way possible.