Good Fucking Slut

Tessa’s wrists are bound high, spreader bar locked between her ankles, blindfold blotting out the light. Jaxson stalks a slow circle, palm brushing her breast, thumb grazing the nipple until it pebbles under his touch. He dips lower, finds her clit, presses the Hitachi hard against it and rides the edge, never letting her tip over. When she’s shaking and cursing he clips two red clothespins on her nipples and grinds the vibe until her body snaps, orgasm ripping through her in tight, helpless jolts. He frees her, bends her at the waist, and feeds her his thick shaft. She opens wide, gagging, spit streaking down her chin. He drags the head through her folds, then slams in raw and deep, hips slapping as she moans around every inch. When he pulls out she cleans him with greedy sucks, only to be bent and filled again. Flat on her back now, wrists pinned above her head, he works two fingers inside her, pumping until she begs. He ignores the plea, replaces them with the toy and shoves his cock straight down her throat. Spit floods out in thick ropes, coating her face; he smears it over his shaft, lines up and rams back into her cunt until it squirts in hot bursts. A flogger whistles across her thighs and ass in quick, stinging stripes, then he drives in harder, pounding her open. On her knees on the bed, arms lashed to the post, Tessa grips tight while he fucks her from behind, eyes rolling back with every thrust. He alternates holes, cock shining, her mouth and pussy offered without pause. When he’s ready he yanks free, strokes twice and unloads across her open mouth and cheeks, thick ropes marking her skin. She stays kneeling, used, trembling, every inch of her saying she’d do it all again.