Penny Flame and Tony T

Penny hangs in the dark. Metal bites at her wrists. Tony steps in like he owns the place. He slaps her face, clamps her nipples, and she moans before the pain fades. Each strike lands harder than the last; every time she whimpers, he tightens the cuffs another notch. She keeps her eyes down, breathes through it, and the room fills with the wet sound of leather on skin. When her thighs shake, he unlocks just enough to bend her over a wooden bench, wrists still pinned behind her back. He works two fingers into her ass, stretching her open while she bites her lip to stay quiet. Then he replaces them with his thick cock, driving in slow at first, then slamming until her whole body jerks against the wood. He keeps her on edge, backing off every time she gets close, until she’s begging without words. Finally he lets her come, one hard, shaking orgasm that he drags out by not stopping. She stays bent, trembling, breath gone, while he keeps moving inside her like the scene isn’t finished until he says it is.