Corbin Dallas Gets Deep Fisted and Fucked by Eliza Jane

Eliza Jane looks sugar-sweet, but the glint in her eye says otherwise. Corbin shows up on schedule. She strings him up over the mattress, clips the chastity cage to his skin with a single silver key, jams a fat ball between his teeth, and clicks the strap tight behind his skull. She plants clothespins down his chest and thighs, then snaps them off one by one with a riding crop, letting the sting bloom across raw flesh. He jerks in the ropes; she laughs under her breath. Next she shoves her bare feet to his lips, toes prying past the gag until he sucks each painted nail clean. The gag drops. Eliza spins, plants her ass over his mouth, and grinds until she shudders and drenches his tongue. She doesn’t wait for him to swallow. She steps into a heavy black harness, fastens the thick silicone cock in place, and drives it straight into his hole while he’s still locked. Every thrust knocks a grunt out of him; she rides the sound like fuel. She flips him face-down, works her fist past the stretched ring, knuckles buried, wrist twisting in long, steady pumps until his whole body quakes around her hand. When he’s nothing but ragged breathing, she flips the bargain: make her come and maybe the cage comes off. She sits on his face, slick cunt sliding over lips and tongue until her thighs clamp and another orgasm rips through her. Then she sinks onto his freed cock, rides it hard, uses every squeeze of her pussy until she comes again. For the finish she drops back onto his mouth, jerks his cock in quick strokes, and lets the hot load spill straight between her cheeks so he can swallow every drop while her weight pins him down.