First Sex Scene Ever with Bondage!!

Ingrid Mouth’s wrists bite into rope so tight her fingers go white. She yanks and jerks, feet sliding on the floor, but the knots only bite harder. No slack, no give, no way out. Tommy Pistol stands over her, cock already out, and she understands: the only way through is to swallow whatever he dishes up. He grabs her hair, feeds her his dick until tears streak her face, then flips her, drives straight into her cunt. The first thrust knocks a raw sound out of her. He keeps hammering, changes angle, pushes past her rim, fills her ass without mercy. Every stroke rams deep; he pulls out, smears her spit across her face, slides back in whichever hole is closest. She shakes, tries to twist free, but the ropes hold and he keeps her open, used, dripping. He swaps from mouth to cunt to ass again, fast and mean, leaving her gasping, bound, and shaking under him until every hole has taken its turn and her skin’s streaked with sweat and spit.