The Lonely Housewife

Veronica Avluv stands in her kitchen, married but untouched. Her husband never looks at her anymore. She slips out the door in a thin dress and nothing else, looking for something she can't name. A stranger finds her—Mark Davis. He doesn't ask. He just takes her wrist and she follows. Rope bites into her wrists and ankles. A thick ball gag stretches her mouth open. Mark works her body like he already owns it, rough hands and steady control. His cock fills her mouth first, then he fucks her hard, deep strokes that make her eyes roll. She comes fast and messy, but he isn't finished. He flips her over. One hand pins her down while the other guides his cock into her ass. Veronica shakes. He pounds her tight hole, and her body gives up—squirting hard, soaking the floor beneath them while her thighs tremble and her throat works useless sounds around the gag. Every thrust pulls another wave out of her until she's dripping and shaking, helpless, used, and finally satisfied.