Katie Kush and Johnny Castle: Tormented Bondage Slut

Katie wants it rough and she picked the right man. Johnny Castle doesn't waste time. The second the rope hits her skin she's bent, spread, locked in. One leg yanked high, cunt wide open, every inch of her stretched and useless. Johnny moves like he's been waiting months for this. He grabs, slaps, shoves her deeper into the helplessness. Katie thought she knew what she was asking for. She didn't. His hands are mean, his cock meaner. He fucks her hanging, fucks her folded, fucks her across the wooden box until she's drooling and shaking. Every thrust drives the point home—she's not in charge here. She takes it in her throat until her eyes water, takes it in her cunt until her legs give. Johnny doesn't let up. He keeps her guessing, keeps her hurting in the way she craves. By the time he finally drains himself, Katie's wrecked and grinning. She got exactly what she came for.