Lonely for your pain: Aiden Starr dominates partner Sebastian Keys

Aiden’s got Sebastian Keys hung upside-down, arms yanked behind him. Sweat’s already sliding down his ribs when she snaps four clover clamps onto his balls and one set on his nipples. The flogger lands first, then the crop—sharp, fast—striping his thighs deep red. He keeps thanking her, voice cracking, until she swaps the crop for the zapper and lights up his chest and nipples. Next he’s collared, wrists cuffed, spider gag prying his jaw wide. Spit runs off his chin while the flogger and cane work his back and thighs. Aiden feeds him her strap-on; he gags, staring up at her cunt. She pulls the gag, chokes him with her bare hand, then spits straight into his open mouth. Fingers slide into his ass next—first two, then three—while she sinks her teeth into his stretched sac. When he’s loose enough she drives the thick cock in, fucking him on his back, then flipping him onto his knees. Every thrust yanks the collar tight; he wheezes and takes it. Four fingers replace the cock, milking his prostate until he’s begging to come. Finally she pins him to the bed, edges him until he’s shaking, then rides his face and comes hard on his tongue. Only after that does she let him shoot—straight into her hands. She smears the load across his face, shoves her fingers into his mouth to lick clean, then finishes with the cattle prod, leaving him twitching in the mess.