How Do You Scream?

Gal Ritchie is done waiting for someone to hand her the story. She slips past the fence, heart hammering, and pokes through the dark property until she finds proof the rumors are real. Then Christian Wilde steps out of the shadows and drags her into the shack. Rope bites her wrists. She’s stretched across the low roof, ass up, tits bare. The flogger cracks across her cheeks, then his hand lands hard on each breast until they’re stinging and flushed. He shoves his cock past her lips, deep enough her eyes water, beard brushing her forehead while he pumps her throat. When he yanks her around and slams into her pussy from behind, the whole shack creaks with every thrust. Rope swallows her head next, arms pinned behind her, one leg hoisted to the rafters. Blind now, every sound muffled, she feels him bury himself again, harder, rougher, while the vibrator pins her clit and his palm closes around her neck. She comes so loud the gag barely keeps it in. He spins her onto her side, fucks her deep in long, slapping strokes, then pulls out and paints her tongue with thick ropes of cum.