The Courier2

James Deen pops the trunk. Inside, a duffel bag breathes. He unzips it and Josie Jagger stares up, bound and half-naked. He drags her out by the hair and carries her into a safe house that smells like rust and sweat. He slams her against the wall and works his cock into her throat without warning. No warm-up. Just hard, relentless thrusts that make her gag and tear up. Spit runs down her chin while he holds her head steady and drives deeper every time. When she’s dripping and gasping, he throws her onto the bed. He knots her wrists and ankles to the frame, spreads her wide. Then he pushes inside her soaked cunt in one brutal stroke. She cries out, arches, but he keeps pounding, each thrust sharper than the last. He fucks her until her body gives up, until every ounce of fight drains out and all she can do is take it.