Jasmine Jae Learns a Lesson

Jasmine shows up with an offer. Charles turns it into a lesson. He forces the ball gag between her teeth, stretches her arms overhead, and strings the nipple clamps to the ceiling so every tug forward to reach his cock yanks a fresh shot of pain through her tits. Stockings and garter cut across her spread thighs. He plants the Hitachi on her clit, drives her right to the edge, then kills the power. She gets the crop across both cheeks, the flogger across her back, and a steady stream of verbal filth that only makes her wetter. When her ass is striped red he shoves his cock straight in. Long, hard strokes that slap skin and echo off the walls. He pulls out, shoves it down her throat so she tastes herself, then switches again—pussy, mouth, pussy—until drool and spit slick her chin. On her back with the clamps still biting, he pins her thighs wide, slaps her swollen cunt, pinches the clamped nipples, and works the vibe until her hips buck off the mattress. The second he sinks back inside, she goes limp and loud. He keeps pounding until he pulls free and paints her face with thick ropes, leaving her gasping, marked, and finally quiet.