Jamie Gillis and Kym Wilde

Jamie Gillis and Kym Wilde have been here before, but it never feels safe. She’s already stripped, wrists lashed tight above her head, body stretched taut. Gillis moves slow, almost lazy, circling her like he’s waiting for a reason to hurt her. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, thick enough to make any girl flinch when it stiffens. He grips Kym’s ass hard, spreads her wide, thumbs digging into the soft, round flesh until the skin goes white. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t flinch either. Her back arches anyway, offering more. Rope creaks. Gillis feeds his cock into her in one long, deliberate push, splitting her open until his balls slap wet against her. He keeps one hand planted on her hip, the other fisting her hair, yanking her head back so every thrust slams straight into her core. Her ass ripples with the impact, marked by his fingers. He slaps it once, twice, watches the red bloom, then slams in again like he wants to brand her from the inside. Kym’s thighs tremble. Gillis doesn’t ease up. He just keeps driving, steady and mean, until her moans turn ragged and the ropes bite deep.