Stefanos' Brunch: March Fun

Stefanos' brunch cuts straight through the usual bullshit. Sunlight slices across the big table where a bound blonde waits face-down, wrists strapped behind her back. She's already slick and open. One of the local tops circles her, fingers buried in her ass, spreading lube like he's greasing a machine. No chatter. Just the steady slap of skin as he lines up and pushes in deep. The rest of the room watches while they eat. Metal clinks. Leather creaks. The blonde groans around the gag when he bottoms out, hips jerking against the ropes. He fucks her slow at first, then harder, driving every thrust straight up her spine. No one pretends this is polite company. It's just breakfast with the chains on.