CASTRATION: Vicious Charlotte Sartre Destroys Pain Slut Sebastian Keys

Charlotte Sartre wants two things. Pain and testicles. She plans to tear them off Sebastian Keys and keep them for herself. The slender domme wears black that clings like skin. Sebastian lies bound in rope so tight it bites, ball gag stretching his mouth, eyes wide. Charlotte presses the question anyway: Does he value his balls? He answers only in spit and muffled noise. She staples his low hangers to a block, cock lashed in rope, balls pulled hard and helpless. She starts with the riding crop, lashing red stripes across them, then fists his chest and slaps his face raw. Spit follows, humiliation delivered with a sneer. She clamps his throat, twists a vise until his screams crack, then pins his tongue with clothespins. Once satisfied, she slides a thick black strap-on into his ass and rides his whimpering hole. Finished with that, she lowers her wet cunt onto his face and grinds, squeezing his balls to the edge of rupture while he tongues her. When she wants more she offers her feet; he sucks each toe and licks the high arches until she decides he deserves a single chance. Caged in steel, he wears a second strap-on now, and she mounts it, grinding down while the Hitachi sings against her clit. She cums in hard, shaking waves. Then she tightens the grip on his balls again, because mercy was never on the table.