The Claiming of Teanna Trump

Mr. Pete keeps Teanna Trump locked down. Rope bites her wrists, pulls her arms tight behind her back, stretches her open for whatever he wants. His thick cock slides into her mouth first, hits the back of her throat, makes her gag and drool. He fucks her face hard, holds her hair like a handle, uses her until spit runs down her chin and drips onto her tits. When he spins her around she knows what’s next. He works lube over her ass, presses the head of his dick against that tight ring, and pushes. She gasps, fights the stretch, but the ropes hold her still while he sinks in deep. Every thrust rocks her forward. He pounds her ass without mercy, slaps her cheeks red, grabs her hips and drives harder each time she whimpers. He switches holes whenever he feels like it—pussy, mouth, ass—never letting her catch her breath. The whole scene feels mean and filthy, just the way she seems to want it. He finishes with one last brutal round in her ass, pulls out, and leaves her shaking, used, dripping, still tied and waiting for whatever comes next.