Karina Kay and Van Damage

Karina Kay looks like the girl next door—those soft eyes, that black hair falling across her face—yet the hunger in her is anything but sweet. Van Damage doesn’t ask. He straps her down hard, cinches the ropes until her wrists burn, stuffs the ball between her teeth and watches drool run down her chin. Every inch of her body is his to use. She takes his cock to the back of her throat, gagging, eyes watering, and he keeps feeding it to her until spit coats her tits. The vibrator comes next—pressed tight to her clit while she’s helpless, shaking, coming so hard the ropes creak. When it’s over she’s gasping, drooling, begging through the gag: fuck her, use her, wreck her. Van Damage unties just enough to spread her ass and drives in deep, pounding until the only sounds left are skin slapping skin and Karina’s broken, grateful moans.