Lilith Luxe Pounds The Stress Out Of Her Whiny Little Client D Arclyte

Lilith Luxe deals with too many whiny suits. D Arclyte walks in, and she knows he’s the perfect target. She straps his wrists down before the oil even warms. Her palm cracks across his ass until he stops complaining about deadlines and starts begging for mercy. She spits on his hole, works two fingers in, then seals his face under her cunt until his lungs burn. Breath play turns into breath theft. She climbs on the table, flogger in hand, and beats the brat out of him while he’s still tied. Every stripe makes his cock twitch. He can’t argue when she drives the thick strap deep into his ass, fucking the tension out of him one brutal thrust at a time, whispering about the other boys who’ve taken the same ride. When she sits back on his mouth she rides until she shakes, ripping off the first clothespin zipper with every pulse. The second zipper comes off when she sinks down on his cock like it’s just another toy she owns. She fucks him until he’s nothing but a hard, desperate dick, then milks him dry. Cum hits his chest, his throat, finally his face. She smears it in, stands, and leaves him bound and wrecked, already counting the days until his next appointment.