Invasion of Privacy

Cami steps into the rental house, her heels echoing on the hardwood. She’s excited, maybe too excited, until Christian bursts in behind her. The owner. Pissed. She’s trespassing, or at least that’s what it feels like. He grabs her wrists and the anger turns hot, turns dirty. He makes her get on her knees and suck him right there in the hallway, beard brushing her cheek, cock thick and heavy on her tongue. She gags but keeps going, big natural tits bouncing while she works him deeper. Christian drags her to the bedroom and bends her over the bed, face down, ass up, ropes tight around her wrists and ankles. He eats her from behind until she’s shaking, then slams into her hard, hips slapping skin. She moans into the mattress, tits pressed flat, every thrust knocking the air out of her lungs. Later he flips her, hands still bound, and fucks her like a piston—jackhammer fast, switching sides without warning. He shoves his cock in her mouth, pulls it out dripping, then buries it back in her pussy. The bed creaks. Her tits bounce with every brutal stroke. Finally he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her stomach and chest with thick ropes of come.