Therapeutic Anal

Tommy sits through his girlfriend’s rant, jaw tight, offering nothing but excuses. Later he shows up late to court-mandated therapy. Katrina doesn’t waste breath. She gets in his face the second the door shuts. Every word she throws lands like a slap, needling the guilt, mocking his whining, daring him to own what he did. Tommy’s fists curl and the leash snaps. He backhands her once, twice, then spins her, wrists cinched behind her with his belt. His cock is already out, shoved deep past her teeth until she gags. Spit runs down her chin; he doesn’t care. He yanks free, bends her, rams her cunt in three brutal thrusts, then pulls out just as fast, disgusted. His real target is lower. He forces past the ring of muscle and buries himself to the balls in her ass. Katrina hisses but doesn’t fold. She dares him harder, mean little laughs between gritted teeth. Tommy answers with shorter, savage strokes, pounding her until her whole body rocks. When he finally pulls out, thick ropes paint her tits, her face, her hair, leaving her smirking, dripping, and still breathing hard.