Kitchen’s closed for cooking.

Your masked Domme stands in sheer lingerie and a tight balaclava, dildo in hand. Milk, oil and sauce get poured and slapped across the toy and her skin until everything is dripping and filthy.

She works it hard — wet smacks, sticky splashes hitting the counters and floor — eyes locked on you through the mask, making the mess and making you watch.

No face. No clean-up. Just pure, messy control.

Handjob with silence pact, and he couldn't hold it in any longer as he shot cum everywhere.