Mark Davis and Rita Faltoyano

Rita Faltoyano steps into this room for the first time in restraints. Mark Davis has her gagged, mouth stretched wide around the ball, and his cock already hard at the sight. Blonde hair falls across her eyes as he pulls the straps tighter. She can’t speak, can’t move, and every inch of her body belongs to him for the next hour. He doesn’t ease her in. The first slap lands across her ass, sharp and loud. Another follows, then the sting of leather on skin. She jerks in her bonds but the ropes hold. Mark circles her, watches every flinch, then lines up behind her and drives straight into her ass—slow at first, making her feel every thick inch sink in. She’s tight, slick, and the gag turns her moans into broken sounds. He grips her hips, slams forward again, balls pressed to her skin. Each thrust shoves the plug deeper in her mouth and the ropes cut into her wrists. No mercy, no pause. Just the wet slap of skin and the low growl in his throat every time he bottoms out. When she starts to shake he doesn’t let up. He fucks harder, using the grip on her hair to keep her head back, forcing her to take it all. Sweat runs down her spine. The ball gag glistens with spit. Her ass clenches around him like it never wants to let go. Mark keeps driving until she’s limp in the ropes, fucked raw and dripping, every hole used, every limit tested.