Closet Full of Angst

Sara Faye just blew into MIP, all tight black latex and raw hunger. Nomad's stretched out on the bed, wrists and ankles lashed so tight the ropes bite his skin. She starts cold, swinging paddles and canes across his thighs and chest, each smack cracking through the room. Sweat beads under her catsuit as she works him over, blonde hair sticking to her neck. When she pulls out the thick strap-on, his hole twitches. She shoves in hard, hips snapping, forcing every inch deep while he strains against the ropes. He takes it without tapping, so she climbs up, peels the latex down just enough, and drops her slick, salty ass onto his mouth. He laps at her while she rides his face, thighs shaking. Only when she's dripping does she slide down, sink onto his aching cock, and grind until he spills inside her. She climbs back up, spreads her cheeks, and feeds him every drop straight from her cunt.