Fisting on the Floor, Empressbella Punching

In the middle of an abandoned ruin, silence is cut only by the tense breathing of the slave-husband. Blindfolded, in chastity, he has no idea what's to come. The atmosphere is raw, dark, dominated by the imperial presence of EmpressBellaSadic, wearing bright red latex gloves. With firm, sensual and merciless gestures, EmpressBellaSadic begins an intense and deep fisting ritual, exploring the limits of absolute surrender. Each movement is calculated, each sound echoes like a silent command. He's hers. Body and soul. No escape. No choice. Only servitude.