The Claiming of Phoenix Marie

Phoenix Marie kneels, wrists locked behind her back, thick rope biting into her flesh. The blonde is naked, tits out and heavy, nipples already tight. A man steps close and grabs her hair, tilting her head until her mouth opens. He pushes his cock between her lips, and she takes it deep without being told twice. Every stroke makes her gag, spit running down her chin onto her tits. He pulls out, slaps his dick across her face, then shoves back in. She moans around him, eyes watering, but she never pulls away. He yanks her up by the hair and spins her around. Bent over, ass high, she feels his fingers spread her cheeks. He works one slick finger into her asshole, then two. She pushes back, hungry for it. He replaces his fingers with his cock and drives in hard. Phoenix cries out, the sound sharp and broken, but she stays right where he put her. He fucks her ass in long, punishing strokes, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Every thrust shakes her tits and makes the ropes creak. When he reaches under her to pinch her nipple, she comes hard, clenching around him. He doesn’t stop. He just fucks her deeper, using her until he’s ready to finish. He pulls out and paints her ass with his load, then wipes his cock across her skin like he owns it.