The House Slave: Gia DiMarco Brings Mason Lear Out to Play

Gia keeps Mason locked in the dark like a kept thing. When the cage door opens, light cuts across his face and her hand drags him out by the collar. She plants her foot on the bars and shoves it against his lips; he licks between each toe while the steel still traps his arms. He’s dripping by the time she pulls the foot away. She rubs two fingers over her slick cunt, right in front of the bars, and tells him he’ll never taste it. Then the zapper cracks against his thigh. He jerks, metal rattling, nowhere to hide. She lets him out only to bend him over and smack his ass red with her palm. When his own hand strays to his cock, she snaps the crop across his knuckles, then across the shaft, sharp and quick. She spreads her cheeks and sits on his tongue, grinding until her thighs shake and she comes on his face. He begs to be fucked; she obliges, driving the thick strap deep into his ass until his breath leaves him in short, broken sounds. Later she mounts his leaking cock, riding hard, using him until she soaks him. He’s close, shaking, pleading, but she climbs off, snaps the cage around his dick, and walks away. He stays hard, locked, useless, denied.