Careful What You Wish For: Maya Woulfe and Tommy Pistol

Maya slips inside while Tommy’s wife is gone. She catches him staring through the blinds. Tommy lies, stammers, but the truth is obvious. Maya doesn’t care about excuses. She wants what his wife gets. Rough. Bonded. Used. Tommy slams her onto her knees. His cock stretches her throat until spit drips down her chin. He bends her over the table, drives into her cunt with vicious snaps of his hips. Upstairs, he binds her wrists and ankles to the stair rail, legs folded tight against her shoulders. He pounds the defiance out of her. Maya’s threat hangs in the air. Tommy fucks it away. Later he strings her to the bed, takes whatever angle he wants, and keeps the rhythm brutal. Maya wanted this, begged for it. Now she’s learning the price.