The Loan Sharks: Payback

Ned sits tied to that cheap kitchen chair, wrists bound behind his back, mouth taped shut. He watches the two collectors pull his wife down across the table. They tear her robe open, bend her forward, and the bigger one spits on his cock before he shoves straight up her ass. She cries out. He slams deeper with each thrust, long and thick, hips snapping like he owns the hole. Ned's wife claws at the wood. Sweat runs down her spine. The second thug steps in, grips her jaw, forces a ball between her teeth and buckles it tight. She moans louder, muffled, spit trailing down her chin. The first guy never slows, pounding her stretched ass while her husband watches from two feet away. She looks over, eyes wet and wild, and starts pushing back into every thrust, hungry for it now. Her thighs shake. Every time the big cock drives home, she whimpers like she finally found what she needed. Ned can't look away. He knows the truth in her sounds, in the way she takes it all. He never gave her that kind of stretch, that kind of force. The collector grunts, grips her hips, and hammers harder, like he wants to fuck the memory of Ned right out of her.