Mark Davis and Kat

Kat’s nineteen and the moment she’s caught she lights up. She’s been watching Mark Davis on screen, thumb moving between her legs, when he finds her. Instead of hiding she smiles—bright, nervous, eager. He grabs her by the hair and shows her exactly what happens to girls who sneak his tapes. She fights, but not hard, and he likes that. Clothes come off fast. He bends her over the couch, fingers first, then his thick cock, stretching her until she’s gasping. Every slap he lands makes her wetter. She begs, promises to behave, then does the opposite on purpose. He carries her downstairs like she weighs nothing. The basement is dark, cold, ready. Rope bites into her wrists, then her ankles. He stuffs his cock between her lips, gags her with it until tears streak her cheeks, and leaves her drooling. When he flips her onto her stomach the real punishment begins. He works two fingers into her ass first, opens her slow, then drives his cock in deep. She screams around the gag, but her hips push back for more. Mark fucks her hard, steady, one hand on her bound wrists, the other gripping her hip. Every thrust sounds wet. She comes shaking, muscles locked around him, and he doesn’t stop until he’s finished inside her. The whole thing feels dirty and real, like a dirty movie that slipped off the screen and got personal.