Domme in Leather Stockings Breaks Her Slave’s Small Dick

He didn’t expect her to walk in like that—leather gloves, fishnets, and that smirk knowing he’d already been caught. Knee pressed into his chest first, then her boot on his throat while he gags for air. The second she flips him over, those stocking-clad legs pin him down and tear start before he even gets inside. Sloppy wet sounds from the couch cushions where she rides him raw until his balls draw up tight—and still not enough for her.