The Customer is Always Right: Lumi Ray and Tommy Pistol

Lumi runs a catering company and she knows her way around a kitchen, but Tommy's wife just threw her a curveball. She wants Lumi to do an event, but insists Tommy taste the food first. Tommy shows up pissed off and already scowling. The first bite barely hits his tongue before he spits it out and starts tearing her spread apart. Lumi fires back—nobody talks to her that way, not about her food. Tommy doesn't argue. He grabs her, wraps her up, and makes it clear the lesson in manners is about to start. Rope bites into her wrists. A fat ball gag stretches her mouth wide. He manhandles her, tosses her where he wants, fingers her ass until she bucks, then shoves his cock in deep. She fights, hips twisting, but he's bigger, stronger, meaner. Every hole gets used. He works her pussy, her mouth, her ass—switching whenever he likes the feel. The second he sinks into her ass he stays there, pounding until he grunts and fills her, leaving her wrecked on the table with cum leaking down her thigh.