Kurt Lockwood and Staci Thorn

Staci Thorn wants to push it further. Kurt gives orders and she answers yes sir every time. She drops to all fours, blonde hair swinging, crawls until he tells her to stop. He grabs her by the hair and pushes her face down on his cock; she takes it all the way, throat working, drool running down her chin. When he bends her over the table, her wrists are already bound and she only moans louder. He slams into her wet cunt first, hard and fast, then spreads her ass and buries himself to the root. Every stroke drives a fresh cry out of her until the room fills with the wet slap of skin and the ragged sound of her coming. By the end she’s shaking, used, and clearly grateful for every filthy inch.