A Dangerous Load

Savanna Styles wants Tommy Pistol to take the crate. The blonde with the heavy tits leans over his bench, breath hot on his neck, demanding he cover for the boss’s dirty shipment. She doesn’t know he already has the footage. One clip of her loading the contraband and she’s his. Tommy grabs her wrists, yanks them behind her back, and binds them tight with the same cord she tried to hide. Rope bites. She curses. He bends her forward, pulls down her jeans, and pushes two fingers straight into her ass without warning. Savanna gasps but her hips roll back for more. He shoves his cock between her lips, fucks her throat until spit runs down her tits, then flips her over the crate and drives into her ass while her bound hands claw at the wood. Every thrust is a warning: one wrong word and the tape goes public. She comes hard, choking on the moan she can’t afford to let out. Tommy keeps going, owning every inch, until she’s a dripping, obedient mess who’ll take whatever he wants to give.