Nice slave in handcuffs was fisted with her Master and squirt a lot. 4K

The sun was just beginning to set, casting an orange glow through the bedroom window. Amelia lay on the bed, hands cuffed above her head, legs spread, completely exposed. Her Master, Jake, stood over her, a wicked smile on his lips.

“Well, my dear,” he said, his voice low and seductive, “You’ve been a very naughty girl. Trying to resist my commands, hmm? Some punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Amelia bit her lip, her heart pounding. She knew what was coming, had been anticipating it all day. The thought filled her with both fear and anticipation.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Jake unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. His cock sprang out, already hard, precum glistening at the tip. Amelia licked her lips, craving the taste of him. But she knew better than to ask.

Instead, she lay still as Jake climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He grabbed her thighs, holding them open, exposing her most intimate parts. Amelia felt herself growing wet, her pussy throbbing with need.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” Jake murmured, running a finger along her slit. “So wet for me already. Let’s see how wet we can make you, shall we?”

With that, he plunged a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. Amelia gasped, her hips bucking towards him. But Jake held her firm, working her pussy with expert precision. He added another finger, then another, stretching her tight walls.

Amelia moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. She’d never been fisted before, but Jake had promised her she’d like it. And oh, how she was liking it.

Jake increased his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Amelia was panting now, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.

“Don’t come yet, slave,” Jake commanded, his voice stern. “You come when I tell you to come.”

Amelia whimpered, trying to hold back the impending climax. Jake obliged, slowing his movements, letting her cool down before starting again.

He kept this up for what felt like hours, bringing Amelia to the brink again and again, denying her release. Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with desperation.

Finally, Jake stopped. He pushed his entire fist inside her, knuckles deep in her throbbing cunt. Amelia screamed, the sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt.

“Come for me, slave,” Jake growled, fisting her hard and fast.

The words were all it took. Amelia’s orgasm ripped through her, her pussy gushing fluid like a fountain. She squirted all over Jake’s fist, the bed, the walls. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over her.

Finally, it ended. Amelia lay panting, boneless, as Jake removed his fist from her dripping cunt. She watched, dazed, as he licked her juices off his hand, savoring the taste.

“That’s a good slave,” he said, his voice filled with praise. “You took your punishment well.”

Amelia smiled, her heart full of love and devotion. Being Jake’s slave was the only life she ever wanted. She couldn’t wait to see what other naughty tricks he had in store for her.