Keep Your Mouth Shut and Fuck Me

Mistress Lydia yanks him out of the closet. The slave spits on her boot and works the leather with his tongue until it gleams. She shoves him to the floor, straddles his face, and drops her full weight on him. Breathless, he laps at the cool latex stretched over her ass and feet while her pink cunt hovers just out of reach. She feels him tremble and smiles. Her red paddle cracks across his bare skin first. Then the crop slices down, one sharp stripe after another. He grits his teeth and stays quiet. Lydia wraps her fist around his cock, works him hard, then drops her mouth over him, sucking until he shakes. When she swings a leg over and sinks onto that thick shaft, every thrust is for her. Sweat runs down his chest as she grinds and cums, again and again, using him like a living toy. He begs once. She laughs, denies him, and rides harder. Only when she’s finished does she turn, offer her ass, and let him spill hot ropes across her skin. He lies there, spent, grateful for the mess she allows.