Mark Davis and DragonLily

DragonLily trembles like she’s already been touched. Mark Davis stares her down, cock thick and waiting. He straps her tight—ankles yanked wide, wrists pinned, everything open. No place to hide. Hot wax hits her nipples without warning. She jerks, sucks in air, then moans through it. Pain turns into something darker, and her hips start chasing it. When he finally pushes into her ass for the first time, the stretch burns, but she takes it. Breath ragged. Body locked open. He fucks her like he owns the space between her legs. Every thrust pulls another sound out of her—half curse, half plea. She comes hard, blindfold soaked, still spread and shaking, while he keeps working her open like he’s got all night to ruin her.