Tension thickens as Tommy Pistol squares off with Brenna McKenna over the work that isn’t getting done. She talks down to him, then turns away like he isn’t worth another second. He follows her into the restroom, catches her coming out, and loops his belt around her throat before she can scream. The leather yanks her down to the tile inside the stall. She claws at him, heels scraping, but he’s stronger and the fight drains out of her fast. He slaps her face, slaps her tits, then shoves his cock past her lips and starts fucking her throat like he’s punishing the clock. Every time she tries to twist away he answers with another smack, keeping her mouth open and dripping. He drags her to the sink, bends her over, and drives into her pussy hard enough to make the porcelain rattle. Still she spits curses, so he hauls her outside, strips her bare, and ropes her wrists to the fence. A few lashes from the flogger quiet the rest of her mouth, then he lets a hot stream splash across her skin while she twists and swears. He steps in behind her, grips her hips, and fucks her raw. When her cunt stops satisfying him he shoves straight into her ass, ignoring the yelp. Later he strings her up with wrists high and ankles lashed to thighs, leaving her spread and helpless. He swaps between her pussy and her ass, pounding deep, until he finally pulls out and paints her with the load he’s been holding back. Then he walks away, leaving her hanging there to remember who’s really in charge.
Tension thickens as Tommy Pistol squares off with Brenna McKenna over the work that isn’t getting done. She talks down to him, then turns away like he isn’t worth another second. He follows her into the restroom, catches her coming out, and loops his belt around her throat before she can scream. The leather yanks her down to the tile inside the stall. She claws at him, heels scraping, but he’s stronger and the fight drains out of her fast. He slaps her face, slaps her tits, then shoves his cock past her lips and starts fucking her throat like he’s punishing the clock. Every time she tries to twist away he answers with another smack, keeping her mouth open and dripping. He drags her to the sink, bends her over, and drives into her pussy hard enough to make the porcelain rattle. Still she spits curses, so he hauls her outside, strips her bare, and ropes her wrists to the fence. A few lashes from the flogger quiet the rest of her mouth, then he lets a hot stream splash across her skin while she twists and swears. He steps in behind her, grips her hips, and fucks her raw. When her cunt stops satisfying him he shoves straight into her ass, ignoring the yelp. Later he strings her up with wrists high and ankles lashed to thighs, leaving her spread and helpless. He swaps between her pussy and her ass, pounding deep, until he finally pulls out and paints her with the load he’s been holding back. Then he walks away, leaving her hanging there to remember who’s really in charge.
