Hot Blonde Pussy Pounded: Day One

Kiera Nicole walks in already marked. Wrists locked behind her, ankles cuffed to a spreader bar that keeps her thighs wide and trembling. She drops to her knees without being told. The collar around her throat is leather and tight. A chain runs from it to the ceiling, forcing her back into an arch that lifts her tits and keeps her mouth open. The man in front of her is already hard. She leans forward, takes the thick head between her lips, and slides down until her nose presses the base. Spit runs down her chin in heavy strands. She works him with a hungry rhythm, throat opening on every push, gagging when he shoves deeper and holds. Her eyes water but she doesn’t pull away. He pulls out, lifts her like she weighs nothing, and drops her on the table. The cuffs on her wrists stay locked. Her ankles stay spread. He pushes her knees back to her shoulders and lines up. One hard thrust and he’s buried in her cunt, stretching her wide around every inch. The table creaks under the pounding. Her tits bounce with each drive. She moans loud and filthy, mouth slack, drool slipping down her neck. He grabs the chain and yanks her head up so she has to watch his cock disappear inside her again and again. When he decides she’s wet enough he pulls free, presses the slick head lower, and pushes into her ass. Kiera gasps, body locking, then melting. He works in slow, then faster, fucking her open while the cuffs rattle. Her pussy drips onto the table. Every thrust punches a new sound out of her throat. He leans down, growls in her ear, calls her the filthy thing she is, and keeps driving until her whole body shakes and she comes with his cock buried deep in her ass.