Special Agent Bondage Whore

Krissy Lynn gets it again. No gentle landing this time. The handcuffs click shut and the black leather gag splits her mouth open before she can finish reading the suspect his rights. Xander Corvus has her bent over the desk she thought was hers to command, one fist buried in her ass while he works two fingers deeper, stretching the ring until it quivers around his knuckles. Her hips jerk but there’s nowhere to go. He slaps her ass hard enough to leave a print, then sinks his cock into the same hole without warning. She screams into the gag, muffled, frantic, and he keeps driving, pulling out only to slide back in farther. Sweat runs down her spine. Her clit throbs untouched. He switches holes, pushes into her cunt, then back to her ass, never letting her decide which one he wants. The only sounds are wet slaps, the creak of the cuffs, and the steady growl he makes every time she clenches around him like she’s trying to keep him there. By the time he finally shoots deep, she’s limp, drooling, dripping from both holes, and the missing-person file is scattered across the floor like confetti.