Amateur Casting Couch 15: Hot Weather, Hot Slut, Hot Orgasms

Heat trapped me at the Leather Retreat dinner. Sweat glued my shirt to my back. Then someone shoved a grinning brunette forward and said she wanted the couch. One glance at her tits killed the fatigue. My crew scrambled for cameras. We shot on a couch that stank of old leather and cum. Lights flickered off a bare bulb. Lady Kat stood there, naked except for cuffs already locked behind her. She was an owned slave who lived for orgasms, and she smiled like the room belonged to her. We tied her arms high, forced a fat black ball between her teeth, and watched the drool start. She giggled around the gag. A flogger kissed her breasts first, then her ass. Each strike rocked her hips forward. Sweat slid between her thighs. The room was an oven, yet she kept pushing back for more. When the cane replaced the flogger she moaned loud enough to rattle the mic. We let the orgasms rip through her, one after another, while the ropes held her upright. She looked straight into the lens like she was begging the world to watch.