Customer Service Slut

Rilynn Rae stands tall, black hair falling across her shoulders, body tight from hours in the gym. Danny Wylde already has her wrists lashed behind her back. The ball gag stretches her jaw and drips with spit every time she tries to swallow. She asked for this. Now she’s earning it. He pushes her to her knees, shoves his cock past the gag, and makes her take him to the root. Her throat works. Tears streak her cheeks. When he hauls her up and bends her over the table, the first slap lands across both ass cheeks. Red blooms. She pushes back for more. He slams into her pussy, hard and steady, and the wet sound fills the room. Each thrust knocks the table forward an inch. Her moans turn to raw need. He swaps to her ass without warning, the stretch sudden, the rhythm brutal. Her legs shake but stay wide. The first orgasm rips through her so fast her whole body jerks. Clear fluid sprays across the floor in a long, relentless arc that keeps going while he stays buried. He doesn’t slow. She comes again, another gush soaking the wood beneath her. Tied, gagged, and dripping, Rilynn takes every inch he gives her and begs for the next with her eyes.