Destiny Deville and Mark Davis

Destiny Deville loves getting slapped and choked by Mark Davis. She’s hogtied on the bed, wrists and ankles lashed tight. He feeds her his cock and she takes it deep, throat opening for every inch. The wand presses against her clit; she shudders, tries to twist away, but the ropes hold her. When she finally breaks, her body convulses hard, spit running down her chin. He flips her onto her stomach, unties just enough to spread her, then slams in deep. Ass up, face down, she takes every thrust while his hand clamps around her throat again. He shifts her to her side, one leg hooked over his arm, drilling at a new angle until she’s gasping. On her back next, legs pushed wide, he pounds until the headboard cracks against the wall. Destiny’s eyes stay glassy, hungry for the next slap, the next choke, the next time he buries himself to the hilt.