Slave Training Dallas Black

Dallas Black lies naked on the table, wrists cuffed, legs spread wide. John Strong stands over her, razor in hand. The buzzing head glides across her mound, stripping away every dark curl until the skin is bare and glistening. She bites her lip, breathing hard, but she doesn’t move. When he’s done, he slaps her pussy once, quick and loud, just to see the jolt run through her body. He frees her hands only to pull them behind her back and wrap thick rope around her wrists, cinching them tight. Then the ankles—roped and forced up, knees bent, holes exposed. Dallas’s eyes flick up at him, dark and hungry. John unzips. His cock swings heavy, already thick. He doesn’t ask. He just lines up and presses the fat head against her asshole. One slow, relentless push and he’s inside, stretching her open while she gasps and trembles. He fucks her ass in short, grinding strokes, one hand gripping her bound ankle, the other braced on her throat. She can’t do anything but take it. Every thrust makes her cunt drip down the crack of her ass, slicking the shaft that’s pounding into her. John leans in close, voice low. "You’re just a hole now." She moans like she’s agreeing. He speeds up until the table creaks, until her rim is puffy and red, until his load is pumping deep inside her. He pulls out, watches it leak, then wipes his cock across her freshly shaved cunt before walking away, leaving her bound, dripping, and used.