Chanel Preston Takes Payment From Reed Jameson in Painful Installments

Chanel Preston runs the whole show at Divine Investments. Busty brunette, legs for days, dressed in a short skirt, stockings and heels that mean business. Today she’s got one of her own in the basement—Reed Jameson, the investor she trained, the one dumb enough to skim. He’s strapped to a chair in rope bondage, suit still on, cock hanging out like it knows it’s guilty. She shoves a red ball gag between his teeth and clamps his nipples hard. No excuses now, just muffled sounds. She lays into him with the cane first, then the flogger, turning his thighs bright red before she drags the leather across his cock and balls. Reed jerks in the chair, but she’s not done. She steps on his dick with her heel, grinds down until he’s squirming. Then she clips a whole bucket of clamps onto his sack, one by one. His cock gets hard from the pain. She presses her stocking foot down on his balls, holds the pressure, then yanks the clamps off in quick succession. He screams into the gag while she laughs in his face. She strips him, ties him again, and brings out the big black strap-on. Reed’s ass takes every inch, deep and rough. She pulls out, shoves the same cock into his mouth, then flips the script—ties him once more, spreads her legs, and makes him worship. Pussy on his tongue, her weight smothering him, his own cock straining while she takes what she wants. Foot worship finishes the job. She rides him hard until she’s satisfied, every stolen dollar paid in sweat, screams, and submission.