Sgt. Major and Anna Mills

Anna Mills walks in like a peasant who forgot her place. She gets none of the mercy she’s hoping for. Sgt. Major has her stripped and bent fast, wrists lashed behind her back, a thick ball gag shoved between her teeth. The first slap lands hard across her pale ass. Each blow leaves a red handprint that blooms hotter than the last. He doesn’t ask. He just takes. When she’s dripping, he works her cunt until she sprays across the floor, thighs shaking, spit running down her chin around the gag. He fucks her like she’s already paid for, deep and rough, while hot wax splashes across her back and tits, hardening on skin pulled tight from the rope. She writhes, but every twist only makes the knots bite deeper. Blonde hair sticks to her face. She’s wet again before the wax cools.