Big Daddy Brady and Stacy Burke

Stacy Burke knows exactly what her hands are getting her into. Bound tight, wrists and ankles trussed with thick rope, she keeps her eyes on Big Daddy Brady. He steps close, thick cock already hard, and she opens her mouth without a word. The ball gag sits on the table for later. First, he takes her throat, driving in deep until spit runs down her chin. She gags but keeps her jaw loose. He pulls free, flips her onto her stomach, and lines up behind her. The first thrust makes her whole body jerk forward. He doesn’t slow down. Every stroke shoves her across the mattress while the ropes bite deeper. Brady spreads her cheeks, spits once, and presses the blunt head against her ass. She arches as much as the bonds allow. One hard push and he’s inside, stretching her open. He fucks her ass with short, brutal thrusts until her breath comes ragged around the gag he finally straps between her teeth. Sweat rolls down her back. Rope creaks. He grabs her hips, slams in balls-deep, and stays there, grinding while she shakes and moans into the rubber.