April Olsen: Helplessly Bound

April’s ankles cinch high above her head. Arms locked in a box tie, she hangs open and ready. Johnny steps up and she opens wide for the first bruising thrust down her throat. Each stroke makes her gag, spit stringing from her chin, yet her pussy already drips. He swaps cock for paddle, smacking those full cheeks until they glow, then drives back in, balls slapping her nose while she chokes. She needs to prove she’s his; every time he reaches under and works her clit she detonates, squirting in thin arcs that patter across the floor. Next he flips her sideways in the air, one leg hiked high so both holes face him. He shoves straight into her soaked cunt, using the swing to slam her onto him. When he pulls out, she begs with her mouth; he stuffs her throat again, alternating holes until every thrust sends another gush down her thigh. The boards beneath her are slick and shiny. Last position leaves her flat on her back, thick leather belts pinning arms and thighs wide. Johnny works her pussy hard and deep, making her squirt again and again until the sheet is drenched. When he’s ready he pulls free, strokes once, twice, then paints thick ropes across her tits and stomach. “Remember who you belong to,” he growls, sliding two fingers through the mess and pushing them past her lips. She swallows and nods—his little slut, no question.