Annika and Mark Davis

Annika’s a knockout. She learns what BDSM means the moment Mark Davis drags her down into the basement. Rope bites her wrists, ankles, thighs. He straps a blindfold over her eyes, stuffs a fat ball-gag between her teeth, and leaves her breathing hard through her nose. When the cane lands it cuts white heat across her ass, each strike driving her forward until her face presses against his zipper. She hears the leather slide, feels the thick weight of his cock slap her cheek, then push past the gag until her throat convulses. Mark doesn’t give her air; he just holds her there, lets saliva drip down her chin while he lines that big dick up with her asshole and shoves in dry. She squeals around rubber and meat, body jerking in its bonds as he sinks balls-deep, then starts pounding. Every thrust knocks her forward, every pull drags her back onto him. Tears soak the blindfold. Spit soaks the gag. Her asshole grips and spasms, stretched raw, and still Mark keeps driving, relentless, using her exactly the way he wants.