Rescued for Anal Services

Dakota Skye looks like the girl next door, small and sweet, until Tommy Pistol yanks her off the curb. He drags her home and locks her down hard. Ropes bite into her wrists, her ankles, every joint he can reach. He works her open fast—fingers, lube, the thick steel hook he wedges deep and ties to the suspension rig. Every tug rocks the hook in her ass, stretching the tight ring wider until it won’t close. Tommy keeps her there, trembling, ass flushed and split. He adds more fingers, sliding them alongside the metal, turning the stretch cruel and slick. She gasps, moans, clenches, but he only pushes harder until her hole is gaping, glistening, and ready to take whatever he decides to shove in next. She’s caught, she’s his, and every twist of rope or metal proves it.