Bound to Get Caught

Parole officer Tiffani Time shows up at Christian Wilde’s door to bust him for stepping out of line. She orders him to piss in a cup right there in his living room, then laughs when he pulls his cock out. That laugh gets her snatched by the throat and hauled in close. She doesn’t back down—she laughs again—so Christian shoves her to her knees and feeds her that thick, hardening dick. She takes it deep while he peels off her shirt, pinches her nipples raw, and slaps her face. Still laughing. He drags her over the coffee table, yanks the rest of her clothes off, and drives into her cunt with hard, ugly thrusts. When he’s ready for more control he ties her kneeling to the table—arms pulled tight, ass and mouth open for whatever he wants. A ball gag goes between her teeth so she can’t spit back, and the flogger lights up her ass in red stripes. Tiffani’s wet, helpless, and nodding like she needs it. Christian yanks the gag just long enough to hear her beg, then slams back inside her. The Hitachi hits her clit while the flogger keeps time on her cheeks; she’s drooling, shaking, and finally comes hard around him. He moves to the mattress on the floor, wrists cuffed behind her back. He fucks her face, then pulls her onto his cock in reverse—first sitting, then flat on top of him. Prone next, chest pinned to the sheets, he pounds her fast and deep, the chain between her clamped nipples pulled tight for leverage. When he rips the clamps off she’s back on her knees, taking him doggy, then missionary, then deep down her throat. He finishes across her face, leaving her marked and spent.