The Goddess and The Novice: Ryan Keely Rules Over Papa Georgio

Georgio begged for Ryan Keely's attention. Now he's finding out what that actually costs. He's suspended head-down in plastic wrap, arms pinned, legs crushed together, his cock and balls hanging out for easy access. A fat gag keeps him quiet. Ryan circles him in those razor-sharp black heels and the tight black bustier that pushes her tits up, thigh-highs flashing with every step. Drool keeps sliding from his gagged mouth onto her clean floor. She doesn't like messes, so the first lesson starts with the paddle. She warms his pale ass until it's glowing pink, then clips wooden clothespins along his balls just to watch him twitch. Every time he spits again, she makes him lick it off her shoe. Training just started, and already he's a long way from worthy. Next position: on all fours, blindfolded, head locked inside a heavy wooden box frame so he can't pull away. Ryan crops his ass red, then shoves her thick strap-on between his lips to get it slick. She frees her breasts, lines up, and drives into his tight hole. Hard, steady strokes. When she gets bored of doing the work, she moves him again. Now he's in a straightjacket, on his knees, worshipping her feet. She rips open the nylons and drags her toes across his face, giggling when he moans. If he's lucky she might let him have her ass. She tells him to tongue her hole while she presses the Hitachi to her clit. He licks her legs, her feet, her curves until she comes hard. Only then does she let him finish. Ten seconds, on the floor, like the worm he is. The load sprays everywhere, so she stands over him and pisses, soaking the mess and the man who made it. She walks out without looking back.