Please Use Me

Gal Ritchie is back in the dungeon, hungry for it. Johnny Castle meets her with his eyes cold and his cock already half-hard. He doesn’t waste time—licks, kisses, slaps, spits until he knows every weak spot. One shove and he’s buried to the hilt, driving her forward with each thrust. She comes fast, shaking, trying to twist away, but the ropes hold and he keeps slamming. Next he bends her, wrists and ankles cinched so her ass and mouth are wide open. He fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin, then switches back to her cunt without pause, hammering until the hitachi comes out. She begs for the climax and he gives it to her—fingers deep, vibrator pressed hard—before flipping her onto her back, leg in the air, pounding like he’s trying to fuck the attitude right out of her. The more she cries, the rougher he gets. He lashes her forearms to her calves, locking her open, and drives until he can’t hold it. Thick ropes of cum splatter across her pussy and tits. He scoops it up, feeds it to her, and she licks every finger clean. Both of them dripping, chests heaving, the air still electric.