Micah Martinez
Sarah Jessie's nerves are shot. Too much work, no release. She needs her man bad, needs the kind of nights they used to steal when time wasn’t the enemy. In the shower she runs soap over every curve, steam thick around her, when a crash splits the quiet downstairs. Heart slamming, she bolts for the phone, but the intruder is already on her. Strong arms lock her tight. Blindfold. Rope. Nothing left to do but feel. Bent across the kitchen counter, her round ass takes everything Lucas Frost hands out: the sting of his palm, the snap of the flogger, the heavy thud of the paddle. Each strike leaves her dripping. Then he drives that long cock straight into her soaked pussy, hips slamming, the counter creaking under the force. She screams, moans, begs louder. He drags her to the living room chair, gags her, cinches the ropes until she can’t move an inch. The paddle kisses the soft skin of her inner thighs, then the Hitachi lands on her swollen clit and stays there. She shakes, fights it, gives in, pleading through the gag to be allowed to come. When he pulls the gag free, it’s only so he can shove his cock down her throat. Wet, messy, spit running down her chin while he fucks her face. Then he flips her, opens every hole he hasn’t claimed yet, fucks her ass until she’s nothing but raw sound. He finishes across her pretty face, thick ropes painting flushed skin. Date night doesn’t get much better.
Sarah Jessie's nerves are shot. Too much work, no release. She needs her man bad, needs the kind of nights they used to steal when time wasn’t the enemy. In the shower she runs soap over every curve, steam thick around her, when a crash splits the quiet downstairs. Heart slamming, she bolts for the phone, but the intruder is already on her. Strong arms lock her tight. Blindfold. Rope. Nothing left to do but feel. Bent across the kitchen counter, her round ass takes everything Lucas Frost hands out: the sting of his palm, the snap of the flogger, the heavy thud of the paddle. Each strike leaves her dripping. Then he drives that long cock straight into her soaked pussy, hips slamming, the counter creaking under the force. She screams, moans, begs louder. He drags her to the living room chair, gags her, cinches the ropes until she can’t move an inch. The paddle kisses the soft skin of her inner thighs, then the Hitachi lands on her swollen clit and stays there. She shakes, fights it, gives in, pleading through the gag to be allowed to come. When he pulls the gag free, it’s only so he can shove his cock down her throat. Wet, messy, spit running down her chin while he fucks her face. Then he flips her, opens every hole he hasn’t claimed yet, fucks her ass until she’s nothing but raw sound. He finishes across her pretty face, thick ropes painting flushed skin. Date night doesn’t get much better.