...you shouldn't have been peeking through that half-open door. But there she is—blonde hair tangled in sweat, tied spread-eagled to the bed by red restraints. He yanks her head back by the hair and slams home like she’s his property. Tits bouncing free from some flimsy nightie, pussy already dripping before he even starts. No teasing—just raw, punishing strokes that make her gag out muffled screams against the pillow. When he finally lets go of her throat to flip her over, you see it all—the way his cock disappears between those swollen lips again and again until she’s gagging around him...
