Peeping Tom

Tommy just wants quiet. Nails done, paper open, maybe a beer later. Then Leana's music slams through the fence like a bad neighbor with zero shame. He peeks. She catches him. Tits out, grin wide, she barrels after him right into his trailer. Inside she strips the game down fast. Says she wants it. Puts his hands on her tits first, then drops to her knees and hauls his cock out like she's been waiting all morning. She works it wet and greedy. Tommy takes over. Hands in her hair, hips snapping, throat open. No warm-up, just deep, fast, throat-fucking until spit runs down her chin. He yanks her shorts off but leaves the glasses. Makes her tongue his balls while she kneels there, then bends her over the table and licks her from clit to asshole, slow and filthy, until she's pushing back for more. He fucks her hard, pounds until she's right on the edge, then stops cold when she tries to come early. Discipline first. Leana ends up tied to that table, one ankle to the ceiling, the other lashed wide. Tommy eats her pussy while the flogger paints red across her tits. Every few strokes he stands, sinks in balls-deep, fucks her, then drops back to lick and flog again. Her cunt's dripping by the time he unties her. On the bed she's wrists-to-ankles, spread and helpless. Hitachi buzzing, Tommy rolling her onto her side so he can fuck her from behind while the toy stays locked on her clit. He grabs her hair, shoves her face down his cock for a minute, then pulls her on top to ride. Cowgirl turns missionary, his hand around her throat, breath controlled, pace brutal. He flips her again, ass up, and rails her until the ropes come off. Last round, Leana on her knees, mouth open, glasses still on. Tommy feeds her every inch, tells her exactly how he wants it, then paints her face when he comes.