Mistreated: Sara Jay

Sara Jay runs the joint and calls every shot. Until she crosses the line with the wrong guy. Now the rules flip. Her own bartender has her stripped, bound, and bent over the bar she used to own. Thick wrists and ankles locked to the railings, tits smashed flat against the sticky wood, ass up and spread wide open. Every slap lands hot and heavy, every thrust drives in deep and hard, no mercy left in him. Her big tits bounce and shake with every brutal fuck, but the only sounds she makes now are raw, helpless moans. He works her ass without pause, stuffing her full, using her like she once used everyone else. Humiliation burns hotter than the welts across her skin, and there's no way out until he's done with her.