Anal Master: the Return of Mark Davis

Mark Davis steps back into the room after years away, eyes fixed on Rachael Madori like she already belongs to him. She’s stripped, wrists lashed above her head, legs spread and trembling. He doesn’t waste time with talk. His hands check every knot, test every strap, then zero in on her ass. A thick rope keeps her cheeks pried apart while he works two lubed fingers inside, stretching her slow and deep. When he’s ready he frees his cock, heavy and hard, and presses the blunt head against her tight hole. One steady push and he’s in. Rachael gasps as he sinks the whole length, filling her past the point of comfort. He pulls back and drives in again, each thrust harder, each slap of skin louder. She strains against the ropes, but the more she fights the tighter he holds her open. Spit drips from her chin after he feeds his cock down her throat, then he turns her around and slams back into her ass without mercy. The rhythm never breaks—short, savage strokes that leave her shaking. When he finally pulls out, her hole stays gaping, shiny with lube and spit, proof she took everything he gave.