Yours, the divine domme, has Onlyowain bound and at her mercy. She taunts his rim, her breath hot on his skin, her tongue a wicked dance of pleasure and pain. She takes his cock deep, her throat muscles working him like a fist. Back to his ass, she rims him relentlessly, his moans echoing in the room. She brings him to the brink, then backs off, again and again, until he's a begging, pleading mess. At last, she lets him cum, a torrent of relief and ecstasy.