Denied & Punished: Dominating Delirious Hunter Destroys Filthy Liar

Delirious Hunter feels it coming, that moment when the deal she cut with Mike Panic stops smelling like money and starts smelling like bullshit. She drives a knee between his legs before he can get another lie out. Mike folds, balls crushed, and she has him bound before he hits the floor. She yanks his pants down and his cock out, closes her fist around it so tight he yelps. She wants his hole. The thick strap-on goes on, the tip finds his ass, and she rams it home. Mike howls while she drives every inch deep, hips slamming, each thrust a warning. He stiffens in spite of himself. She curls two fingers inside him next, pumping until his breathing turns ragged, then backs off the second he begs to come. Denied. Again. She straddles his face and plants her pussy on his mouth, tells him to lick where she points. He does. The Hitachi buzzes between her legs while his tongue works her ass. She shakes and soaks his face, then climbs on his cock, still bound in ropes, and rides until she comes a second time, grinding down hard. She hoists his legs, leaves him swinging, starts jerking him fast and mean. Just as his load surges she drops him and the flogger snaps across his ass instead. Another round with the paddle paints it red. Mike begs. Delirious smiles. Lesson not over yet.