Taking What's His: Erin Everhart Used and used By Chris Epic

Erin Everhart wanted the real thing—bound, used, and fucked hard by the man who owns her. No script, no safe word beyond trust, just a dungeon and a collar waiting for Chris Epic to take charge. He finds her crouched low, neck lashed to a post, knees spread, already trembling. He walks in, grabs a fistful of blonde hair, and shoves his cock straight down her throat. She moans around it, begging for more, and he gives it to her—deep, rough, choking thrusts that leave spit running down her chin. Next he hoists her into the air, wrists and ankles cinched so she hangs facedown, ass up, legs wide. The cold steel of an ass hook glints between her cheeks, tugging tight each time she shifts. Chris slides his cock into her mouth first, gets it slick, then steps behind her and drives straight into her cunt. The hook bites deeper with every thrust, clamping her pussy around him like a fist. He switches back to her mouth, back to her pussy, back again, using both holes until he’s had enough of that position. Finally he lays her out on her back, arms and thighs bound together so her legs stay spread, every hole exposed. He starts in her cunt, then pulls out and pushes straight into her ass, then back to her pussy, never letting her guess what’s next. Her body jerks, her breath hitches, and when he’s ready he pulls free and stripes her stomach and tits with hot cum. He’s taken what’s his, left it dripping, and left her wrecked exactly the way she asked for.