I like the way the rubber makes us both sweat, the way it lubricates us from the outside in before we even start. I’m not sure Faye agrees, but she made her choice when she showed up. I remind her of this with a few solid single-tail snaps across her exposed tits. She rattles her chains and cringes but doesn’t mercy. Faye loves giving me pathetic looks, but I know how tough she really is. The heavy flogger swung up at her pussy from below only gets her dancing with excitement. Not that this gives her permission to ask for a fucking so soon. That definitely merits the drool-inducing whiffle-ball gag. Her noises are so amusing, I just have to put her over my knee and spank her, making sure she’s equally well-done on both sides. The view under Faye’s rolled skirt is so inviting I can’t resist, so I don’t, spitting in her fuck-hole and fingering her until she starts to quiver. Oh no, not yet. First she’ll suck my clit and tongue my sweaty ass before she gets her reward. I even tenderize her pussy lips with the mean clamps for a bit first, just so she’ll fully appreciate the strap-on. Bumping myself off against her from the back, I finally decide to let her have her fun, splayed across my lap, staked on the dork while I jill her off. Silly Faye forgets to ask permission. Now we’ll have to start all over.