Phei set the massive black dildo down on the edge of the glass table with a heavy thunk.
He didn't give it to her.
Instead, he turned to the open black case and lifted out the full set of glossy red leather toys, letting each piece catch the light so the camera could see every buckle and rivet in razor-sharp detail.
First, the thick red collar. Wide, padded inside with soft white fur, studded with silver spikes on the outside, a heavy D-ring at the front.
He wrapped it around her slender throat, buckling it snug—not choking, but tight enough that she felt every swallow, the leather pressing just enough to make her pulse jump visibly under the skin.
The moment the collar cinched, Amber's pussy clenched hard—a loud, wet squelch as her walls spasmed, a fresh gush of slick pulsed out and ran straight down her crack, coating her asshole in a shiny layer that made the tight pink ring wink and clench visibly for the lens, the puckered hole twitching like it was begging for attention.
