Dick and Discipline: Slave Training Nubile Molly Manson

Molly Manson walks in untouched. Marco Banderas sizes her up, throws rope across her wrists, and cinches everything tight until her arms burn behind her back. He doesn’t ask—he orders. She drops to her knees without a sound. He drags her up again, spreads her across the bench, and ties her legs open so nothing stays hidden. One crack of leather across her ass and her thighs twitch. Another crack and she moans. He shoves two fingers inside, feels how wet the discipline has already made her, and wipes that slick hand across her face like he’s marking property. She licks it anyway. Marco circles her, grabs a fist of that long black hair, and yanks her head back so her throat stretches. He sinks his cock straight into her cunt, no slow entry, just a brutal first thrust that knocks the breath out of her. The bench rattles. He holds her hips, pounds deep, pulls out just to watch the lips cling, then slams back in until she starts babbling thank-you’s between gasps. When her legs shake too hard, he unties only her ankles, flips her onto her stomach, and reties them spread again—this time higher, ass lifted. One thumb circles the tight ring above her dripping cunt. He presses the head of his cock there next, easing in an inch at a time while she claws at the bench. Once he’s buried to the hilt he stays still, letting the stretch burn, then starts a slow, merciless grind. Molly’s voice cracks when she begs to come. He lets her, but doesn’t stop moving. Her second orgasm rips through with a scream; he rides it, speeds up, reaches around to slap her clit until she convulses again. Only then does he pull free, stroke once, twice, and paint her red ass with thick streaks of come. She stays bound, panting, dripping, exactly where he left her.