Boxed In

Serena Blair showed up with that cocky smile. Big mistake. She ends up locked down tight, straps cutting across her skin, every limb trapped, every hole wide open. Her hips jerk forward when The Pope gets in close. He never asks twice. One look at his cock and her brat mouth stops moving. He fucks her deep and slow, then hard enough that the metal cuffs rattle. She takes it all—bound, blindfolded, panting. Sweat beads on her tits while he keeps her pinned between the steel frame and his body, driving in again and again. She fights the pleasure, but her cunt keeps giving her away. He pushes deeper, twisting the ropes that hold her open, making her moan through clenched teeth. Every thrust knocks another whimper out of her until the line between agony and want disappears and she is shaking, broken, dripping down her thighs. She came in cocky; she leaves wrecked.