Savannahs Secret, Scene #01

Savannah Secret makes the call with that low purr in her voice, ordering Steve Holmes to send her a body to play with. Omar wakes locked in a straitjacket, head zipped inside a black mask, cold chain fixed around his neck. She clicks across the floor in spiked heels, fishnets, skin-tight black latex stretched over every curve. One hand already circling her clit with a thick dildo while she watches her new toy squirm. She drops to her knees, rips the mask open enough for his cock, shoves the whole length down her throat until her eyes water. Then she straddles him and sinks onto that fat shaft, riding hard, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls. Her palm stings his cheek with every thrust, each slap timed to the wet slap of cunt meeting balls. When he finally spills, she pulls him out, tilts the fluted glass under his cock, catches every thick spurt. She lets her own juices spray into the same glass, fills it until it's foaming, then tips her head back and gulps it all down, letting strands of cum and squirt drip from her chin before she licks the rim clean.