Welcome Home, Sir
Katrina Lunk VR hadn’t finished cleaning before the owner walked through the door. The maid costume was still on, the rooms were still a mess, and she knew exactly how it looked. She didn’t make excuses. She handed him a collar and a whip and asked him to punish her properly for the sloppy work. He didn’t argue. The collar went around her neck. The first slap of the whip landed across her toned ass, then another, sharp enough to make her breath catch. Katrina dropped to her knees without being told twice, freed his thick cock, and took him into her mouth. Today he was in charge, and she sucked him like she meant it – deep, wet, looking up while the leash hung loose from her throat. She turned around and got on her hands and knees on the bed. He pushed into her smooth shaved pussy from behind and fucked her doggy-style, using the collar to keep her where he wanted her. Then he rolled her onto her back and took her in missionary, one hand wrapped in the strap at her neck, driving deep while she moaned under him and stopped pretending this was only about the undone chores. Katrina climbed on top, sank down onto his cock, and rode him in cowgirl with rolling hips, the maid outfit bunched around her waist. When he was close he pulled her off, pushed her back to her knees, and came across her face — thick ropes of cum landing on her lips, cheeks, and the upper curve of her perfect tits. She stayed there afterward, breathing hard, collar still on, the whip on the floor beside the unmade bed. The house was still messy. The lesson, at least, had been delivered.
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