Grudge Fuck

Octavia Red paints for a living. Christian Wilde used to fuck her. Now he’s standing naked in her studio because she’s paying him to pose. He wants back inside more than her frame. She shuts him down cold. He doesn’t take no for an answer. He closes the gap, grabs her wrists, and forces her to the floor. Octavia opens her mouth, takes his thick cock to the root, and gags while he holds her there. He rips her clothes off, bends her over the work bench, and drives into her from behind. Every thrust slams her hips against the wood. He spins her upright, pins her to the wall, and keeps pounding. Then the steel chair appears. Octavia’s wrists and ankles are strapped down, ass hanging off the edge, tits out. Christian swings the flogger across both cheeks, then slaps the same skin red. He buries himself in her cunt again, hips snapping hard, chair legs scraping the floor. When he finally unties her it’s only to throw her onto a mattress, arms yanked behind her back in fresh rope. He straddles her face, fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin, then flips her and spears her pussy. One hand wraps around her neck while the other slaps her big natural tits. He makes her beg before he gives it to her again—fast, brutal, breath-stealing thrusts. He rolls her onto her stomach, fucks her prone, flips her once more onto her back, and finally pulls out to paint those same tits with thick ropes of cum.