Anal Intuition

Sammie Six thought she could play Derrick Pierce for a fool. He saw right through her scam. Now she's stripped and bound, nipples clamped, body marked. He swings the flogger across her tits, her ass, her thighs until red lines bloom on pale skin. She stays quiet, so he squeezes her nipples harder, wraps fingers around her throat. Her pussy floods. He pushes two thick fingers inside and works her clit until she shudders out an orgasm without asking. Derrick grabs her by the hair and rams his cock down her throat. Spit runs down her chin while he slaps her big breasts. He crops the same spots until they glow dark pink. On her knees, ball-gag stretching her mouth, she jerks at the sting of the Wartenberg wheel across her chest. Then the cane lands on her ass and soles. Still no safe-word. Sweating, she’s dripping. Derrick unties her long enough to bend her over and drive into her cunt. When she licks her own cream from his shaft, he pins the Hitachi to her clit until she begs. He flips her onto her back, spreads her wide, and sinks straight into her ass. Nipple clamps tug with every thrust. The zapper bites her skin; the vibe buzzes nonstop. She comes hard, again without permission. Derrick yanks the clamps, fucks her deeper, and finally paints her face with thick ropes of cum.