She held him tight until every spray of cock-snot fired from her tip. She watched her slave’s face disappear under her gargantuan club of flesh and pistoning fist. Indian Sex Her fat scrotum hung below, swollen with abundant seed. “Let’s see what you can do, slave… baser instincts.”
Freya laughed. The furniture in most places was less than accommodating to a woman of Asha’s dimensions, but that wasn’t a problem in Freya’s study, or anywhere in her home for that matter. “Holy fuck! The men who came to see Ashaki paid a premium for her services and arrived craving the beating and deep-dicking of a lifetime. “Holy shit…”
“Told ya you’d love it!” Asha chided him as she pulled on Ethan’s leash and led him to one of the empty pillories. *SNAP*
*SNAP SNAP SNAP*
Four mighty strokes lashed into his buttocks. She finished her first drink before setting the glass beside her resting shades. “Alright, let’s get you prepped.”
With practiced ease, Mistress Electra opened the top slat of the wood and metal device and pressed Ethan’s head and wrists into its holes.
