Sex Object: An Erotic BDSM Fantasy Feature Presentation

He hides behind the old marquee lights. Then he sees her—painted lips, dead eyes—mannequin in an empty theater. Later the real woman shows up, bound the same way, mouth pried wide by rubber, ass split by cold steel. He hooks her to the ceiling, her own weight dragging the metal deeper. She takes it, drool sliding down her chin, until he lines up and pushes his cock straight into that stretched hole. Every thrust knocks the hook against her spine. She groans around the gag, eyes rolling, body jerking like a doll someone finally wound up. He keeps going, hard, mean, until nothing but red welts and wet skin remain.