Cock Addict

Natasha lives to hurt. Every slap, every rope bite turns her nerves into a circuit wired straight to her cunt. She hangs in the dark, wrists cinched overhead, ankles spread and tied to ringbolts, back arched so the camera sees every tremble. Her master steps in, unbuckles, feeds her throat the whole length in one slow push. She gags, throat pulsing, spit streaming down her chin, but she leans in, hungry for the stretch. He steps behind, spreads her cheeks, and sinks into her ass raw. She cries out around the gag of his hand, then grinds back, greedy, milking every inch like she’ll die if he stops. He flips her, hooks her knees to her shoulders, and pounds her pussy until her legs shake and her eyes roll white. She still begs with her hips, still opens wider, desperate for the next thrust, the next bruise, the next hot load that might finally feed the ache she can’t kill.