Christian Wilde sketches white lace at his desk when Rebel Rhyder walks in looking for a wedding dress. She picks the sample off the rack and tells him to alter it. He leads her back to measure. While the tape moves over her body he talks her into second thoughts about the man waiting at the altar. Rebel doesn't push his hands away when they slip under the gown and close on her heavy tits. He squeezes, twists, tests how much she can take. When she gives the smallest shake of her head he wraps his fingers around her throat, feels her swallow. She opens her mouth to speak and he shoves two thick fingers down it, gagging her on the spot. Rebel drops to her knees. He frees his cock and feeds it straight into her throat, hips snapping, spit running down her chin. She tries to stand but he slams her onto the couch, yanks the dress up, and drives into her dripping cunt from behind. The scene jumps. Rebel sits bound to a chair, wrists and ankles lashed, thighs pulled back so both holes gape open. Christian works her pussy first, then sinks into her ass without warning. He clips silver clamps on her nipples, uses the chain like reins, tugging while he reams her. Slaps mark her thighs each time he switches holes, reminding her this is her last taste of anything this thick before she swears off every other cock. Later he lies on the ottoman, arms behind her back, Rebel bent over his shaft. He flips her onto her back, fucks her cunt hard, then her ass again, pounding until he pulls out and paints her skin with thick white ropes.
Christian Wilde sketches white lace at his desk when Rebel Rhyder walks in looking for a wedding dress. She picks the sample off the rack and tells him to alter it. He leads her back to measure. While the tape moves over her body he talks her into second thoughts about the man waiting at the altar. Rebel doesn't push his hands away when they slip under the gown and close on her heavy tits. He squeezes, twists, tests how much she can take. When she gives the smallest shake of her head he wraps his fingers around her throat, feels her swallow. She opens her mouth to speak and he shoves two thick fingers down it, gagging her on the spot. Rebel drops to her knees. He frees his cock and feeds it straight into her throat, hips snapping, spit running down her chin. She tries to stand but he slams her onto the couch, yanks the dress up, and drives into her dripping cunt from behind. The scene jumps. Rebel sits bound to a chair, wrists and ankles lashed, thighs pulled back so both holes gape open. Christian works her pussy first, then sinks into her ass without warning. He clips silver clamps on her nipples, uses the chain like reins, tugging while he reams her. Slaps mark her thighs each time he switches holes, reminding her this is her last taste of anything this thick before she swears off every other cock. Later he lies on the ottoman, arms behind her back, Rebel bent over his shaft. He flips her onto her back, fucks her cunt hard, then her ass again, pounding until he pulls out and paints her skin with thick white ropes.
