House Bitch

Isis Love storms in after a brutal shift, heels hitting hard. She catches her man flat on their bed, hand pumping his cock when he should be bringing home cash. Turns out he hasn’t worked in weeks. She loses it. Isis rips into him, drags him off the bed, and lays down a vicious beating until his skin burns red. Every strike lands with purpose. She straps him into tight bondage, leather biting his wrists and ankles, then bends him over so she can take his ass. The strap-on slams home, her hips driving deep, relentless, turning his grunts into broken moans. When she tires of the toy she shoves his face between her thighs, making him eat her pussy until her thighs shake. She keeps him there, hands tied, mouth working, until she decides he’s earned a little mercy. She wraps her fingers around his cock and strokes him slow and mean, edging him until he’s begging. When he finally shoots, she catches every drop in her palm, then forces it between his lips. He swallows his own load while she watches, eyes cold, satisfied.