Scandalous

Jake is alone, tapping at his keyboard, when Scarlit Scandal bangs on the front door without warning. His wife picks that exact moment to ring him, and Scarlit pipes up from the hall loud enough for the woman on the other end to hear. The second he kills the call, Jake’s face darkens. He grabs Scarlit by the hair, shoves her head into the fishtank until bubbles burst around her lips, then yanks her out, bends her over his knee, and lays into her bare ass with loud, stinging slaps. Once her cheeks burn red, he throws her onto the couch and cinches her wrists to her ankles, hogtied and helpless. He frees his cock and drives it down her throat, fucking her face until spit strings from her chin. When he finally pulls out, he flips her around and pounds her bound body every which way—on her back, on her side, on her knees—until she’s cumming on his cock, again and again, soaking the cushions while he keeps her locked in that rope.