Didn’t expect to see this. Blonde dominatrix in black lace straps a younger man down by his ankles and wrists, leather cuffs digging into skin. He arches off the couch as she kneels between his legs—red thong barely covering her pussy before she rips it aside. Cock already hard, begging before he even speaks. She ignores him at first, just watches him squirm while running a finger along his shaft like she owns it. Then—the switch—her mouth descends slow, tongue swirling around the head before taking more than half down her throat without warning. Gagging sounds fill the room as he fights against the bonds; she pulls back just enough to smirk at how helpless he looks.
