Brunette Eva Long Gets Humiliated

Eva Long’s long dark hair whips around as she takes charge. Her man’s already buck naked and flat on the bed, hands bound, dick twitching every time she trails that leather crop across his abs. She smirks, spits on her palm, then wraps her fist around him—tight, fast strokes that drag a groan straight out of his chest. She lets the crop crack once across his thigh, watching the red stripe bloom. Doesn’t break stride. A moment later she climbs over, grips the headboard, and sinks down hard on his face. He eats like he’s been starving. Tongue everywhere, nose buried in her, breath ragged. Eva rolls her hips, grinds, rides it rough, nails digging into the wood. When her thighs start shaking she reaches back, finds his cock, gives it a few savage pulls like she’s marking time. Her voice drips out low and filthy—calls him her good little toy—before she leans back, presses one heel to his throat, and rides herself to the edge while he fights for air and leaks all over his own stomach.