Punishing Katrina

Katrina's scheme crashes hard. She slips the bug into Tommy's phone, but he catches her red-handed. One quick grab and her top is nothing but rags. He shoves her to her knees, sticks the phone in her face so her partner watches every inch disappear down her throat, then slams her over the desk. Pants ripped down, cable cinched around her neck, he drives straight into her ass like he's settling a debt. Tied face-down, gagged, Katrina takes the flogger across both cheeks. Tommy ignores her muffled curses, works two fingers into her asshole, then swaps them for his cock. He cycles through her holes—pussy, mouth, back to ass—switching between flog and bare hand until her skin glows. Every thrust lands heavier than the last. Flipped on her back, legs spread and strapped, Tommy doesn’t waste time. Hitachi first, then finger by finger until his whole fist disappears inside her. She screams around the gag each time he curls his wrist. When he finally pulls free, he rams his cock back in and pins the vibe against her clit until she shakes apart. Last round he returns to her ass, rides it until he can’t hold it, and paints the desk white. Katrina stays strapped there, dripping and twitching, phone still recording.