The Russian Spy

Alysa thought she was just another tourist on the wrong side of the border until two agents dragged her into a gray concrete room. Mark Davis and Mick Blue don't waste time with questions. They strip her down, cuff her wrists to the cold metal bar above her head, and go to work. Her mouth fills fast—thick cocks pushing past her lips, one after the other, stretching her jaw until spit runs down her chin. When they pull out, she gasps, but the cuffs hold tight. They bend her over the table next. Fingers dig into her ass, spreading her open, then the first cock drives in hard. No warm-up, just the full length sliding deep. She cries out, body jerking against the restraints, but they don't stop. The second man takes his turn in her mouth while the first pounds her ass raw. Every thrust shoves her forward, forcing her throat to take more. Her moans come muffled around thick flesh. They flip her onto her back, legs spread wide and tied to the table legs. One cock stays buried in her ass while the other slides between her lips again. She takes it all—both holes filled, used without mercy. Sweat beads on her skin. Her back arches as they slam into her, relentless. They switch positions, taking turns, never letting up until she’s wrecked, dripping, still cuffed and shaking.