Adira Allure: Derrick Pierce Takes Down the Domme

Adira Allure is usually the one holding the whip, but not today. Derrick Pierce has her spread out, arms and legs wide, heels still on, locked in tight rope that doesn't give. A hitachi sits strapped to her bare cunt, already humming against her pink slit. She says she doesn't like pain, but she still ends up taking plenty of it. His fingers drag across her nipples, the soft undersides of her small breasts, down her ribs and belly, then between her thighs where the skin is thin and easy to make twitch. The vibe keeps grinding her clit without mercy. She starts moaning, hips pushing, hungry for more even while she's tied open and helpless. Then the flogger comes down—thick leather tails slapping across her tight body. She yelps, jerks in the ropes, skin flushing under the strikes. Derrick plants the hitachi harder against her swollen clit and laughs when she begs to cum. He denies her anyway, watches her twist and shake from the ache of being kept right on the edge. He yanks her down onto the floor and shoves his cock straight down her throat. She gags, spit running down her chin and tits, but she keeps forcing herself deeper, fucking her own face on him. When he finally lets her cum she drops, body jerking, a wet mess on the floor. Next she's belly-down on a table, legs split wide in perfect splits, ass up and ready. He slams into her pussy and she screams, the table shaking under every thrust. She cums again and again until she's drooling, eyes glassy, completely wrecked. He flips her onto her back, keeps pounding. Her ass bounces and slaps with every stroke. When she begs for his load he pulls out and sprays hot cum across her pussy and tits, leaving her marked and trembling.