Ashley's Ransom

Ashley Lane gets a call to pick up a package for work. It’s a setup. Christian waits in the shadows, camera in hand. He catches her first with the lens—rope biting her wrists, light catching every twist. Then he shoves his thick cock between her lips. She fights it, teeth grazing skin, but he keeps feeding it to her. He pulls her down, wrists lashed tight to her ankles, and slices her panties away. His palms drag over her tits, over her face, greedy, slow. Ashley thrashes, blonde hair whipping, but he just watches her struggle like it’s foreplay. He drops her to her knees, lines up, and drives in from behind—hard, steady, no pause. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her. When she bucks, he wraps a hand around her throat, then slaps her ass raw. She spits curses; he just pounds harder. Finally he pulls out, jerks once, twice, and paints her clenched, furious face with thick ropes of cum.