Otk-Spanking – Bad Boys Are Over The Knee
I perch regally, my inked arm flexing as I summon my sniveling worm from his iron kennel. Over my lap he goes, thighs bound in leather vise, ass cheeks parted like forbidden fruit. I slather stinging balm, then unleash hell—slaps thundering, skin blooming scarlet welts. Fingers invade his quivering hole, twisting agony into ecstasy, breaking … Otk-Spanking – Bad Boys Are Over The Knee
