Gia Blackmailed

Gia DiMarco thought she could walk away clean. Derrick Pierce keeps the exit door nailed shut. He slides a stack of filthy photos across the table—her mouth stretched around his cock, eyes half-lidded with the kind of hunger you can’t lie about. One look and her plan to go back to the husband crumbles. He locks a fat ball gag behind her teeth, yanks her arms back, and ropes her tight until every curve strains against the knots. She fights the rope, tits bouncing, until he bends her over and drives into her cunt like he owns it. When her pussy’s dripping and raw, he spreads her ass and buries himself balls-deep, pounding her hard enough to make the table shake. Every brutal thrust knocks another moan past the gag. Tied. Used. Used again. Every dark itch she swore she’d never scratch gets scratched raw right there on camera.