Sandra Romain and Evan Stone

Sandra Romain swaps leather for locks. She’s locked in a cage now, naked, waiting for Evan Stone. Evan opens her up. She reaches through the bars, hungry, lips stretched around his thick cock, spit dripping off her chin. He drags her out, ropes bite into her wrists, ankles, shoulders. He hoists her until she hangs, legs spread, ass high, completely open. Evan slides in deep, driving every inch up her ass while she swings. No mercy, no safe words, just hard thrusts and the slap of skin. He drops her onto the floor, flips her, takes her again from behind, her face pressed to the boards, screaming every time his hips slam home. She’s his toy—suspended, bent, spread, used—and she loves it.