TS Lena Kelly Get’s on Porn Boss’s Asshole
Title: The Boss’s TS Domination: Inside Lena Kelly’s Ball-Busting Bondage Session
Lena Kelly, the ruthless, raven-haired TS dominatrix, fingered her black latex gloves as she eyed her quivering submissive, Tom, her soon-to-be porno puppet. Tonight, she would have him trembling like a bitch in heat, groveling for her dick.
” Strip, maggot,” Lena barked, twirling her riding crop. “Then assume the position.”
Tom fumbled with his shirt buttons, hands shaking. Once naked, he knelt on the cold concrete floor, arms behind his back, ass raised, waiting for Lena to shackle him.
She looped a thong around his testicles and tugged, binding them tightly. Next, she fastened shiny silver handcuffs around his wrists, locking them in place. Lena threaded a belt through the cuffs and cinched it by his neck, pulling taut. His balls – aching, swollen – got abused by the tension. Tom whimpered, ass jiggling.
Lena stepped back, admiring her work, boots clacking on the vinyl. Fuck, he looked good, bound and gagged. Time to relentless rail his rectum.
She unzipped her slut-skirt, revealing a big, black, throbbing strap-on. Tom’s eyes bulged, being unable to move. Lena positioned the head of the dick at his hole, teasing.
“Beg for it,” she hissed.
“Please Mistress!” he choked. “Please fuck my ass!”
Lena smacked his rump with her crop. “Louder!”
“FUCK MY ASS MISTRESS!” Tom howled. “MAKE ME YOUR TOY!”
With a brutal thrust, Lena skewered his butthole, the dick spearing him, stretching him wide. Tom yelped. Lena clutched his hips and pummeled his prostate, that sweet spot.
Tom’s dick twitched, leaking precum. Lena grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back. Each stroke jarred his whole body. “That’s it, slut,” Lena snarled. “Take the cock like the bitch you are.”
Tears welled, conductor heels click-clacking as she drilled him. Lena’s tits bounced, the tit-flesh spilling out her corset. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”
“H-harder, Mistraaaass,” Tom mumbled around his gag.
She swatted his beans, leaving red handprints. Tom shuddered, his body tightening. “I-I’m c-cumming!”
Before he could spasm, Lena ripped out the strap and flipped him over. She slapped his cheeks. Wet, sloppy sounds as her dick slipped out. Cum splattered his thighs. Tom spasmed in his bonds, spurting, quivering mess.
Lena shoved the half-hard cock into Tom’s gasping mouth. “Eat it, whore.”
While he sucked, she fondled his balls, rolling them. When Tom groaned, loosening his jaw, Lena resumed jack-hammering his asshole. Tom tried to retreat, but couldn’t budge – leather creaked and Jay’s dick scraped his tender Chun Li.
“F-fuck…I can’t take…morrre…” Tom sobbed.
But Lena ignored him, rummaging through sanitation drains – his body her lube-slick play-chip. She humped him savagely, ignoring his whimpers.
“Cum!” she demanded, slapping his ass. “Cum for me!”
Tom’s back arched, eyes crossing, as Lena milked his balls. His erection startled, cumming into his own mouth. Lena worked him over, every nerve ignited.
After extracting her dick, Lena undid the bindings and wondered if Tom’s taint be tender enough to guide him in worship for the next round.
