Vicki's Submission

Vicki Chase walks in already burning. She loves the hard stuff, the stuff most girls skip. Tonight she gets it. The ropes bite first, pulling her shoulders back, pinning her wrists so tight her fingers go numb. That’s when she stops thinking and starts taking it. James Deen doesn’t ask twice. He grabs her by the hair, feeds his cock down her throat until she gags, spit running in strings down her chin. When he flips her over, the same ropes keep her open. He works her ass slow at first, then fucks it hard, the smack of skin echoing off the walls. Every thrust knocks the air out of her, yet she pushes back, hungry for the next one. Bound, used, throat raw, Vicki stays right there, giving up control one rough inch at a time.