Roped Up and Spread Out

Charlotte lives for the rush that hits when she gives up control. Victor never lets it feel safe. She starts on her knees, arms yanked above her head. He palms her tits, then lands sharp smacks across her ass until the skin burns. Water hits cold, then his spit follows, dripping down her face and chest. He shoves his cock past her lips, feeds it to her until she gags, then pulls a vibrator to her clit and keeps her right on the edge. Next she’s bent forward, tip-toes barely touching, wrists locked behind her. Victor pulls on the rope to work his shaft, then drives into her throat and her cunt in the same rhythm. Her balance slips with every thrust. Finally he lashes her to a chair, legs wide. He slams into her, one hand around her throat, the other grinding the vibe until she breaks and comes hard. When he’s done he paints her stomach and chest with thick ropes of cum.