Fisting Bianca

Bianca Stone shows up already wet with nerves. She wants the kind of pain that leaves marks, the kind of control that strips her bare. Aiden Starr straps her down, limbs spread on the unforgiving arch of a back-breaker, and starts swinging. Each slap lands hard on pale flesh, heat blooming under every strike, until Bianca’s breath comes in short, broken gasps. Nipple clamps bite down, tugging cruelly with every flinch. Fingers shove into her cunt, stretching, pushing deeper until a whole hand disappears inside her. The fist curls, works, drags filthy sounds out of Bianca’s throat. Then the strap-on lines up with her ass and shoves in, thick, relentless, driving past the tight ring until Bianca is pinned and split open. Sweat drips, muscles shake, and her tongue is forced out to service Aiden’s asshole, every lick ordered and owned while the fist keeps pumping and the cock keeps reaming. She takes it all, shaking and begging for more.