Rider milked and fucked ( HD )
In the dimly lit garage, the aroma of rubber and engine oil filled the air as Jenny, drenched in sweat and still wearing her riding gear, stumbled in. The master watched her with a predatory glint in his eyes, his leather-clad fingers tapping impatiently against the grease-streaked table.
"Strip," he commanded, his deep voice vibrating with authority.
Jenny's heart raced as she tried to hide her trembling hands. Slowly, she unbuckled her riding boots and let them thump to the floor, revealing her stocking-clad legs. Her hands shook as she pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her small, perky breasts encased in a lacy black bra.
"More," the master growled, his gaze fixed on her.
Jenny bit her lip, her eyes darting towards the neck iron and handcuffs lying ominously on the table. She hesitated for a moment before sliding her pants down, revealing her black lace thong. Her cheeks flushed as she stood there, completely naked except for her riding boots and hold-up stockings.
The master grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back as he snapped the neck iron shut around her throat. A muffled gasp escaped her lips as he cuffed her wrists behind her back, the metal clinking ominously against the chains securing her to the table.
A low hum filled the room as the master attached the suction cups of the milking machine to her small, sensitive nipples. Jenny let out a soft moan, her body arching involuntarily as the machine started to pulse and suckle. The sensation was both pleasurable and terrifying, leaving her helpless and exposed under the master's control.
As the milking continued, the master's cock, already hard and demanding, pressed against her crotch. Without warning, he thrust himself inside her, filling her tight, wet hole with his massive girth. Jenny let out a muffled scream, her body jolting as he began to pound her mercilessly.
The rhythm of their bodies in sync, Jenny could feel every inch of his cock stretching her limits. She was completely at his mercy, her every moan and whimper echoing through the garage. The master's hips slammed into hers, driving him deeper inside her with each powerful thrust.
As the climax approached, the master pulled out, leaving Jenny gasping for air. He grabbed his cock, aiming it towards her quivering lips. With a final thrust, he emptied his load onto her face, leaving a trail of his seed from her chin to her forehead.
Jenny lay there, exhausted and spent, her body trembling as the master unhooked her from the machines. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "That, my little slut, was a truly rewarding experience," he whispered, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.
