Paying Your Dues: Katie Kush and Tommy Pistol

Katie shows up at Tommy's office unannounced, hell-bent on getting noticed. She thinks a blowjob will close the deal, but Tommy has other ideas. One rough shove later she’s bent over his desk, wrists bound tight behind her back in coarse rope. His beard scrapes her neck as he fingers her ass, two thick digits working her open while she squirms and spits curses. He doesn’t stop until she’s stretched and dripping. Then he pushes in—slow, deliberate, balls-deep into her ass. The ropes creak with every thrust; the desk rattles. Tommy keeps the pressure high, yanking her hair, slapping her big ass, making her earn every inch. When he finally yanks out and slams back into her cunt, she’s gasping, drooling, eyes glassy. He switches again, stuffing her ass once more, pounding until she’s nothing but a mess of sweat, spit, and rope burns. By the time he empties himself inside her, every hole’s sore, used, and dripping, and Katie knows exactly what it costs to stay on his list.