Beg For It

Gizelle’s already squirming when the ropes bite into her. Each knot drags another shiver from her, tits tight, nipples hard before Codey even touches her. He doesn’t warm up—he swings the flogger across those stiff peaks, snaps it back, makes her gasp, then rolls the hard buds between his fingers like he owns them. She’s panting, already soaked. He hooks two wet fingers out of her open mouth, shoves them straight into her cunt, and slaps her tits raw. His bulge drags across her cheek; she chases it with her tongue, hungry. When he finally frees his cock, she swallows it to the root, works his heavy balls, takes every punishing thrust down her throat until spit pours off her chin. Codey scoops the mess, slicks a thick vibrator, and pins her throat with the rope while he drags the buzzing head over each nipple, then lower, grinding it against her clit. She’s strung up, helpless, jerking like live wire. He sinks two fingers deep, twists, and she screams through the first orgasm. He keeps her mouth full, fucking her face, then slams into her pussy, vibrator never leaving her clit, until she breaks again. Later she’s on all fours, wrists and ankles cinched, back arched, and he pounds her from behind—flogger cracking across her ass, hand gripping her hair. Every thrust knocks another ragged cry out of her. When he’s ready, he pulls out, shoots thick ropes across her tongue and lips, and she swallows every drop like she’s been starving for it.