Darling and Blaze

Darling hits the floor hard. Blaze pins her wrists above her head, then forces her hips down with his weight. She fights, but not hard enough to stop him. He drags her up by the hair, slaps her tits once, twice, then straps a ball gag between her teeth. The moment the strap bites, her eyes go glassy. Blaze works fast. Rope tightens around her wrists, elbows crushed together behind her back. Another loop wraps her chest, lifts those heavy tits until the nipples point straight out. He bends her over the table, spreads her cheeks, and works lube into her ass with two fingers. Darling bucks. He shoves in anyway, slow and deep, until her hole swallows his cock to the root. She moans around the gag. He fucks her like that for a while, long strokes, balls slapping her cunt. Every time she gets close he pulls out, slaps her ass, waits until the edge fades. Then he stuffs her again. He keeps count: three denied orgasms before he finally lets her come. She shakes so hard the table slides. Next he seats her upright on the couch, ties her ankles wide to the frame. Her big tits hang free, glistening. He stands in front of her, feeds his cock into her mouth. She takes it greedily, spit running down her chin. When he’s close he steps back, flips her onto her stomach again, and drives back into her ass without warning. Darling comes on the second thrust, muffled scream around the gag. He doesn’t stop. He uses her until his own orgasm hits, pulls out at the last second, and paints those bound tits white. Then he leaves her there, rope biting, gag shiny with drool, ass still twitching.