Huggy
Lauren Phillips never made it to that Christmas in July party. Her car gave out and the heat dragged her under, pulling her into a dream where Johnny Castle already had the ropes ready. He bound her tight, wrists cinched behind her back, legs spread and anchored so she couldn’t close anything. No warm-up, no teasing. He used her mouth first, pushing past her lips until her throat fluttered around him, spit running down her chin while she gagged and tried to take more. When he decided she’d earned the next hole he shoved into her cunt, fucking her hard enough to rock the bench she was tied to. Every thrust knocked the breath out of her. Then he moved lower, stretching her ass open, driving in deep while the flogger cracked across her tits and thighs, leaving red stripes that burned and throbbed. Lauren came shaking, then again, and again, each orgasm ripped out of her while the ropes held her open for whatever he wanted. Johnny finished the way he started—on his terms—pulling out at the last second and painting her face with thick ropes of cum, leaving her marked and wrecked in the middle of a holiday that never actually happened.
Lauren Phillips never made it to that Christmas in July party. Her car gave out and the heat dragged her under, pulling her into a dream where Johnny Castle already had the ropes ready. He bound her tight, wrists cinched behind her back, legs spread and anchored so she couldn’t close anything. No warm-up, no teasing. He used her mouth first, pushing past her lips until her throat fluttered around him, spit running down her chin while she gagged and tried to take more. When he decided she’d earned the next hole he shoved into her cunt, fucking her hard enough to rock the bench she was tied to. Every thrust knocked the breath out of her. Then he moved lower, stretching her ass open, driving in deep while the flogger cracked across her tits and thighs, leaving red stripes that burned and throbbed. Lauren came shaking, then again, and again, each orgasm ripped out of her while the ropes held her open for whatever he wanted. Johnny finished the way he started—on his terms—pulling out at the last second and painting her face with thick ropes of cum, leaving her marked and wrecked in the middle of a holiday that never actually happened.