Taking Down a Club Slut

Dahlia Sky pushes her luck at the velvet rope. One pretty smile isn't enough. She drops to her knees right there and tries to wrap her lips around the door man’s cock, but he yanks her up, drags her through a side door, and slams her down on a metal table in the back room. Leather cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles. Face down, ass up, legs spread and locked. She’s bare under the tiny skirt, nothing to hide. He spits on her tight hole, lines up, and drives straight in—thick cock splitting her open without warning. Every thrust slams deeper, hips slapping against her round cheeks, the table scraping the floor. She fights the ropes, then stops fighting. Every brutal stroke makes her moan louder, until the words spill out: she’s a scheming little whore who’ll do anything to get in. He keeps pounding her stretched ass, making sure she feels every inch while she repeats it, voice cracking with each hard shove.