Fresh Meat: Xwife Karen

Karen wants to give in. She needs it rough, needs to kneel for someone who won’t back down. Derrick Pierce walks in like he owns the air she breathes, and she’s already smiling because she finally gets to lose control. Hands stretched above her head, she waits. The flogger lands across her back; her grin just grows. Each strike from his hand on her ass only makes the smile wider. She isn’t hiding how much she likes it—she’s starving for it. Next she’s down on all fours. Derrick works a crop over her curves, and red lines bloom fast. He drags the leather down to her soles, then drives straight into her mouth, her cunt, back and forth until she shakes and comes hard around him. Still she’s grinning through every drop. Last position: arms trussed tight behind her in a box tie, nowhere to run. He presses a vibrator to her clit and doesn’t let go. When he finally buries himself inside her again, she breaks into another wave, body jerking, voice cracking, completely gone for it.