No Holes Barred - Beretta James

Matt owns Beretta the second the lens opens. She kneels, throat stuffed full of his cock, frozen in place. Then he starts to skull-fuck her. Hard. Spit pours down her chin, strings over her tits, runs between her legs while her black hair whips across her face. He slaps her cheek, barks at her to move faster, slams the back of her skull so her nose flattens against his belly. He ties her ankles to the rope around her neck, props her on elbows against the wall, and swings the flogger straight onto her pussy. Every strike lands wet. He makes her count. She wheezes the numbers between gasps. He fists most of his hand inside her and Beretta squirts hard, liquid splashing across her own cheeks when he flicks it up. A thick dildo with a vibrator taped to it slides into her cunt. She fucks herself on it, hips jerking, until her whole body shakes. Matt flips her over, drives two fingers into her ass and two more into her cunt. A vibrator buzzes against her clit. She creams again, legs trembling. He yanks her upright by the neck rope, drags her to the desk, and shoves his cock back down her throat for the next hour.