Annie Cruz and Judas

She locks eyes with you and tears your clothes open. Her hands move fast. Your shirt rips. Your pants go next. Annie Cruz doesn’t ask. She takes. The slap lands sharp across your cock, then again, harder, until it stings and throbs at the same time. You try to catch your breath but she’s already behind you, strapping you down tight. Leather bites your wrists and ankles. She moves around the restraints like she owns them. You feel the strap-on press against your ass, thick and unforgiving. She pushes in without warning, hips driving forward, pace brutal from the first thrust. Every time you get close she pulls out, leaves you aching and empty. She stares straight into you while she does it, calm and cruel, enjoying the way your body begs without making a sound. She slaps your cock again when you start to swell, keeps you right on the edge, denies you until your legs shake and your head spins. Athletic, relentless, she fucks you like she means to break something inside and leave it ruined.