Fantasy Fuck

Chanell drifts off in the dark, half-dreaming. A stranger slips in. He moves fast—rope bites her wrists before she can fight. Her ankles follow, spread and fixed. He is black, tall, built hard, and already hard. One smooth pull drags her onto her stomach. He opens her up without asking, sinking every inch into her ass in one slow thrust. She bites the sheet, breath shaking. He keeps her pinned, weight rolling over her back as he drives in again, deeper. The rope holds. The sheets tear under her nails. He fucks like he owns the night and everything in it. She takes it—every stroke, every grunt—locked down, used raw, exactly the way she pictured.