Secret Web Cam Whore

Marie McCray looks like the girl next door, the one who smiles sweetly at the grocery store. But behind that shy face she fires up her webcam at night, opens her legs, and fingers her pussy while strangers pay her rent. She never sees Derrick come home early. He stands in the doorway, arms folded, watching his innocent little girlfriend spread her ass for the lens. The moment the chat fills with cash, Derrick slams the laptop shut. He drags her off the bed, slaps her tits hard enough to sting, then knots her wrists behind her back with the nearest belt. She whines once. He answers with a harder slap across her face that shuts her up. He bends her over the edge of the mattress, yanks her panties to her knees, and drives two thick fingers straight into her asshole to test how tight she really is. Marie gasps, pushes back, and earns a swift set of hard smacks across both cheeks. Derrick spits on her hole, presses the swollen head of his cock against it, and shoves in deep. No warm-up. He fucks her ass in long, punishing strokes while she cries into the sheets, wrists still bound. Every time she tries to pull away he slaps her ass again, red handprints blooming on pale skin. When he finally pulls out he forces her onto her knees, shoves his cock past her lips, and fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin. He pulls free only to flip her onto her stomach again, spread her cheeks, and bury himself back in her ass. The night drags on with the sound of skin slapping skin and the steady crack of his palm correcting every flinch she makes. By the time he paints her face with thick ropes of cum, Marie’s mascara is wrecked and her ass is glowing red. Derrick wipes his dick across her cheek, leaves her tied, and walks away without another word.