Roxy DeVille and Steven St. Croix

Roxy DeVille has dimples that flash even when her face is flushed. Steven St. Croix keeps her wrists and ankles bound to a sturdy frame so she can't close her legs or turn away. Every slap lands sharp; every inch of his thick cock pushes past the ring of muscle until her breath catches on the stretch. She takes it all the way down her throat, saliva stringing from chin to shaft, before he moves behind her again. The ropes creak as he pounds her ass deep and steady, no mercy, just the wet slap of skin and the occasional hiss through her teeth. When he finally stops, she's limp in the restraints, still twitching around him.