Dominating Dildo bitch

The woman on top slaps her hard. Skin reddens. Red fingerprints bloom across one cheek then the next. The slap lands with a crack that fills the room. Another one follows, quicker, heavier, and leaves her gasping. She takes it. Legs fall open wider. Her mouth hangs slack, wet at the corner. The top grabs her face, fingers bruising the jawline, and slaps her again for the simple pleasure of watching it bounce back. Breath shudders. Tears prick the corners of her eyes but never spill. A knee jams between her thighs, pushing them farther apart. The mattress creaks. Then the thick silicone cock pushes in—slow at first, just the head, stretching her until she whines. One sharp thrust buries it to the base. Her cunt clenches around it like it never wants to let go. She writhes, back arching, taking every inch without asking for mercy. Fingers grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Each slap of palm against face matches the slap of hips against ass. The rhythm builds. Hard. Relentless. Every thrust knocks a wet sound out of her. She keeps her hands twisted in the sheets, never touching, never pushing back—just opening, yielding, letting the domme use her exactly how she wants. The next slap lands across her tits. Hard. Stinging. Her nipples stiffen instantly under the sting.