Aiden Starr pounds fresh meat

Aiden Starr’s got Rick Fantana strung up tight, wires taped to his thighs, a hood over his face. She cranks the current. Every muscle locks. He howls, but he stays put, eyes watering behind the mask, because he wants this. Wants to be hers. She slides a thick steel plug into his hungry hole and clips it to the tens. The current hums inside him now, each pulse hitting deeper than the last. Nipple clamps bite next; she tugs the chain while she strokes his cock just enough to keep him shaking on the edge, leaking down his shaft in shiny strings. Rick never asks to come. He knows better. She moves him to all fours. The fat strap-on slides between his lips first, and Aiden laughs when he chokes. Spit runs down his chin, but he keeps his mouth open, greedy for more. When she finally pushes into his ass he grunts, body rocking with every hard thrust. She fucks him until his own cock is rigid again, dripping onto the floor beneath him. Then she takes what she wants. She plants her cunt on his face, grinds until his tongue finds her asshole, then drops onto his cock and rides until she comes, shaking and swearing above him. Only after she’s satisfied does she let him finish—jerks his over-sensitive dick until he shoots, then shoves every drop back between his teeth. When his body jerks from the post-orgasm grip she only smiles and squeezes harder, listening to him scream.