The Wildes: Looking For Big Daddy Dick, Part 1

Christian Wilde sits in a filthy shack, stroking his cock to porn, when Bella Wilde kicks the door open. She tracked him to this abandoned chicken ranch, parole officer with bad news and a badge. He doesn't give a damn. She came alone. He knows exactly what she wants. He slams her against the wall by the throat, then shoves her down on his stained mattress. One hard grab between her legs and she's soaked. He slaps her cunt until it throbs. Every slap makes her wetter. Christian yanks her panties aside and buries his tongue in her ass, slapping the flesh, licking back and forth between hole and slit. Bella stops pretending she has any control. These are his holes now. She says it out loud. She drops to her knees and bites at the bulge in his pants, hungry little animal. He frees his cock and she sucks it down, greedy and hard, taking him to the root. He slaps her tits, twists her nipples, holds a vibrator against her cunt through soaked fabric. She can't come without asking. She begs with her eyes. He strips her bare, chains her to the bed, and stuffs a ball gag between her teeth. The leather flogger comes out next. It cracks across her ass, the soles of her feet, her bare tits. She has nowhere to go, so she takes every lash and moans for more. Christian licks her dripping pussy, reminds her who's in charge, then gives her what she came for. He fucks his parole officer like she's nothing but holes built for cock. She can't speak. She can only choke, drool, and scream around the gag while he uses her.