Owen Gray Controls Your Pussy

Owen Gray makes you wait. Your wrists lock behind your back, rope biting skin. He strips, that thick cock already hard, then drags the head over your cunt, slow, wet, cruel. The vibrator clicks on, presses just where you’re swollen, and he watches every twitch you can’t hide. Crop slaps across your thighs, then your tits. Flogger follows, leather tails stinging sweat-slick skin. He times each blow with the vibrator’s pulse, holding you right on the edge until he says the word. When it comes, he shoves two fingers inside, hooks them hard, makes you pulse around him while your whole body shakes. Finished, he jerks into a dog bowl, thick streaks hitting the metal. He sets it on the floor. The order is simple: lick it clean.