Devon Lee and Chris Charming

Devon Lee steps into the room and the temperature drops. Blonde hair, perfect tits, legs that could break a man in half. She came here for pain and she’s about to get it. Chris Charming locks the cuffs around her wrists, yanks her arms high, and leaves her stretched on tiptoe. The first slap lands across her ass so hard her whole body jerks. Another one follows, then another, until the sound of leather on skin fills the air and her cheeks glow red. She breathes hard through clenched teeth, nipples already tight from the sting. Chris doesn’t wait for her to catch up. He spreads her open, pours lube down the crack of her ass, and presses the thick head of his cock right where she’s tightest. One slow push, then all the way in. Devon’s mouth drops open, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out in one thrust. He doesn’t give her time to adjust, just fucks her deep and steady, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again. Every stroke makes the chains rattle. She strains against the cuffs, body glistening, ass clenching around him like it never wants to let go. He reaches around, fingers finding her clit, and rubs hard while he pounds her. She comes shaking, legs trembling, still stretched wide and dripping down her thighs. Chris keeps going, cock buried to the hilt, using every inch of her until he’s finished and she’s left hanging there, marked, used, and hungry for more.