Kinky Femdom Pegging and Strapon – Pegging and Fisting 4K ft Irish Latex Mistress Ivy Malice Slave Maz Morbid @mazmorbidfetish

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Ivy Malice is a bratty Irish nightmare wrapped in skimpy black lingerie. Her long brunette hair cascades past her shoulders, swinging wildly as she moves with the chaotic energy of a goth brat who knows exactly how pretty she is and exactly how much power that gives her. Dark makeup frames eyes that glitter with mischief and cruelty. She’s grinning. She’s always grinning. Because she’s about to do something she’s never done before, and she’s going to enjoy every second of learning.

Maz Morbid is sealed inside a full black rubber gimp suit, faceless and anonymous, positioned on all fours like the toy they are. The latex clings to every contour of their body, gleaming under the lights, a blank canvas for Ivy’s experimentation. They’ve been pegged before. They know what’s coming. But they don’t know what else Ivy has planned.

She starts with the strap-on. A decent size. Nothing extreme. But Ivy doesn’t need extreme when she has attitude. She lines up behind the gimp, her skimpy lingerie barely containing her, and pushes inside with a bratty little laugh. She fucks with a rhythm that’s more about her entertainment than their pleasure. Fast. Erratic. Unpredictable. She pulls their hair. She slaps their rubber-covered ass. She calls them names in that lilting Irish accent, the insults somehow sounding sweeter and more degrading because of it.

But Ivy Malice isn’t satisfied with just a strap-on today. She’s curious. She’s greedy. And she’s heard that fisting an ass is the ultimate power move.

She withdraws the strap-on and tosses it aside. The gimp remains in position, breathing hard, their hole stretched and glistening with lube. Ivy crouches behind them, her fingers slicked, and presses two fingers inside. Easy. She adds a third. The gimp groans. A fourth. The latex of their suit creaks as their body struggles to accommodate. Ivy bites her lip, her eyes wide with genuine fascination. She’s never done this before. She’s figuring it out in real time, and the discovery is absolutely thrilling.

She tucks her thumb in and pushes.

Her knuckles breach the tight ring of muscle, and she gasps. A genuine, delighted gasp. The gimp cries out, muffled by the rubber hood. Ivy watches her hand disappear inch by inch into their body, and for a moment, even she is speechless. Then the bratty grin returns, wider than ever.

She starts to move her hand. Slowly at first, feeling the heat and pressure, learning the landscape inside them. Then faster. Then deeper. She twists her wrist. She curls her fingers. She watches the gimp’s body convulse around her forearm, and she laughs. That bratty, musical laugh that says she’s already planning to do this again.

Ivy Malice’s first fist. She’s a natural. And Maz Morbid will never be the same.

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