Secret Lover: Cherry Torn Ensnares Mike Panic

Dolly’s done pretending her marriage to Fred matters. She calls Mike, one of his employees, and promises a broken internet connection that needs fixing. Mike shows up, tools in hand, clueless. She studies his hands, decides they’ll do more than tinker, and tells him she wants a massage. He hesitates—he’s never been with a woman—but she’s patient. He obeys. Soon his mouth is on her feet, tongue tracing skin, until she orders him stripped bare. Mike stalls, shy, yet finds himself naked anyway, on display. Next visit he’s naked again, folding laundry while her flogger snaps across his back. She pushes him to all fours, colors his ass red with hard strokes, then slaps his face twice to test him. He stays hard. Satisfied, she sits on his mouth, grinds her cunt over his tongue, and reminds him her asshole better get attention too. She rides until her thighs shake. That night Mike sneaks back into the bedroom she’s kept ready. She mounts him first—his cock slides into her wet cunt and she uses every inch until she comes. Then the cuffs lock. She folds him tight, wrists to ankles, and slides her strap-on into his exposed ass, fucking him deep until every thrust echoes her control.