Raven vs Rico

Raven's got Rico where she wants him. She makes him stand there, balls hanging like targets. First comes the paddle. Heavy. Mean. She swings it hard and his skin turns red fast. Every strike lands with purpose. She doesn't rush. She watches his face twist, listens to the air hiss out between his teeth. Then she gets creative. Cold hands. Tight grip. She squeezes his balls until his knees buckle, then squeezes harder. He tries to pull away. She doesn't let him. Her fingers dig in, twisting, pulling, owning every inch. She owns that pain. She drags it out. When she's done with his front, she flips him. Bends him. The strap-on comes out slick and thick. She doesn't warn him. One thrust and she's inside. Deep. No warm-up. She fucks him like she hates him, hips snapping forward, driving the whole length home again and again. His hands stay cuffed. His voice breaks. She keeps going until his legs shake and his body gives up the fight. She finishes when she decides, not when he begs.