Mark Davis and Mia Bangg

Mia Bangg wasn’t new when she showed up on Mark Davis’s doorstep in 2006, just more willing. She’d already learned how to drop to her knees and open wide, but this time the games got tighter. Mark worked her into a full rig—rope biting skin, cuffs pinning limbs—then watched her bend farther than she had any right to. Every order landed and every hole stayed ready. He fed his cock straight down her throat until spit ran in ropes across her chin. When he flipped her over she stayed arched, ass offered. He took it hard, balls slapping, her body jerking in the restraints while the ball gag cut her moans to wet grunts. She stayed open, stayed quiet, stayed his. The years hadn’t softened her; they’d just sharpened the edges he liked to press against.