Bobbi Dean and Jean Val Jean

Bobbi Dean aches for a man who will take control. Jean Val Jean is exactly that man. Her pulse kicks when he wraps the ropes around her wrists and pulls the blindfold down over her eyes. The darkness sharpens every touch. He turns her across his lap and the first slap lands hard, heat blooming across her ass. She gasps, wet already. He spanks her again, harder, marking rhythm with the sting. Then he pushes her forward, parts her cheeks, and drives straight into her ass without warning. She cries out, the stretch burning, the pain mixing with the kind of pleasure she chased in her head for months. He pounds deep and steady, hips slapping skin while she stays bound and blind, every thrust reminding her exactly who’s in charge.