Prison Break

Vince Karter sits behind bars, jaw tight, eyes burning. His lawyer Sophia Locke shows up with the news: nothing she could do—he's staying locked down. He tells her he'll be out before morning. She laughs, thinking he's just talking shit, until she walks into her own kitchen later that night and finds him waiting. Vince grabs her, big hands at her throat, squeezing until her breath catches. A sharp slap across her face, then another. He yanks his belt free, loops it around her wrists, pins her in place. She drops to her knees. He feeds her every thick inch, pushing past her lips, deep into her throat, beard brushing her forehead with every thrust. When he pulls out, spit strings from her chin. He rips her shirt open, tits spilling free, then tears off her shorts. Bending her over the counter, he slams into her from behind, pounding hard, the belt still cinched around her wrists. He drags her down the hall, throws her onto the bed face-down, ass up. Rope replaces the belt—ankles spread, wrists pulled tight. He sinks back inside her dripping pussy, driving deep, hips slapping skin. Later he ties her hands to her thighs, leaving her cunt wide open, wet and waiting. Sophia ends up on top of him, reverse, riding rough while he bucks up into her. He flips her through every angle he wants, using her until he's ready, then pulls out and paints her shaking body with thick ropes of cum.