The Disobedient Wife

Chanel Preston stands in the kitchen, wrists already marked from last night's cuffs. James Deen crowds her against the counter, one big hand clamping her throat while the other works his belt loose. "You want to act like a slut, you get treated like one." He shoves her to her knees. She opens wide, taking every inch down her throat until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin. He slaps her face with his cock, then pulls her up by the hair. Electricity crackles as he tapes electrodes to her nipples and inner thighs. She jerks when he twists the dial, breath hitching. The next jolt hits right as he bends her over the table and pushes into her ass, raw and deep. No lube, no mercy—just thick cock stretching her tight hole while she moans like she hates it and loves it at the same time. He fucks her hard, every thrust punctuated by another shock that makes her clench around him. "Bad wifey," he growls, pounding her until her legs shake. She takes it all, throat raw, ass red, body lit up with pain and want, and still begs for more.