The Blind Date

Luna lets her blindfold steal the view and gives her body to the stranger from the app. Codey steps in already hard and sinks deep, so she bites her lip and stays right where she is. He fucks her like he owns the room—short, brutal strokes that slap skin on skin—until every thrust makes her gasp. Later she’s face-down, ass high, wrists and ankles lashed to the bedposts. Codey’s palm cracks across her ass again and again, heat blooming under each smack. When the sting fades, he drives back into her cunt, wet sounds echoing off the walls. He pulls free, shoves into her open mouth, fingers hooking inside her ass while her tongue works his cock. Minutes later he presses the same slick head against her tightest hole and takes it slow, then hard, the stretch forcing a choked whimper around the ball gag. Another setup, tighter this time—wrists roped to ankles, spine arched. The flogger stripes her thighs and tits, raising pink welts that throb. Codey buries himself to the hilt in her pussy, hips snapping. A gloved hand closes around her throat; a vibrator buzzes hard on her clit. He feeds his cock down her throat again, pulls back, slams in. Luna’s breathing stutters under the pressure and the buzz, every muscle locked. Finally Codey pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints thick ropes across her spread pussy, the cum sliding down already swollen lips.