Oh, since he's already lying there like that. That's probably what our Harley Sadistic was thinking as she stretched the huge strap-on across her mons pubis. A couple of slaps on his bare bottom, a condom on, and with a little spit, deep into the still-unused servant's ass.
Draped in a gleaming red latex bodysuit and armed with an imposing black strap-on, Miss Bella Lugosi wastes no time establishing complete control over her submissive.
Now, now, who would run away if they had a cock shoved down their throat? That's just not done, and you simply don't do that. So it's hardly surprising that our Mistress Elane and Harley Sadistic take very good care of this matter.
How much are you offering? "Two fingers, I'm offering two fingers." "Did I hear three fingers, is anyone offering three fingers?" And then, from the back corner, came the loud cry of our Madame Lynn. "I'm offering a whole hand, right up to the wrist!"
A nice warm bath never hurt anyone, right? Our Harley Sadistic knows exactly how to make her slaves happy while keeping them clean. But doesn't that require running water into the tub? What's going on here, and what does it all mean? Well, first of all, we have a really well-endowed guy here.
First, getting comfortable—that’s crucial, especially after such an exhausting day. And for a lady, having to stare at a wrapped, semi-erect cock the whole time makes it all the more understandable that she’d want to take a moment to relax.
We don't see that very often. A whole four parts? Usually, the gentlemen collapse in the second part and whine that they want their mommy. But this guy had so much stamina that our Madame Lynn let him enjoy four whole parts.
Let's be honest. Who needs air when they can spend the afternoon with our fantastic Harley Sadistic? This blonde beauty with a penchant for sadism. Sure, it's not a leisurely weekend motorcycle ride. But it's a bit of a ride, in a broader sense.
Now, that’s a great way to start the day. A bit of small talk with a magnificent lady—shirtless, with his face hidden behind a mask. Well, not Lady Selina Morgan’s face, of course; we’re always happy to look at that, and naturally, she isn’t the one who’s shirtless.
Just hanging out again. Letting your soul and balls dangle, your nipples drooping from the leaden weight, your body tormented by gravity, the Earth's pull on this planet. Sometimes you just wish you were on some space station, far away from all the nastiness that Madame Lynn brings with her.