The Price of Pleasure: Training Eighteen Year Old Anastasia Rose

Anastasia Rose is eighteen and dripping for it. She thinks she wants rough. She’s about to learn what rough costs. They strap a fat ball gag between her teeth, stretching those pretty lips wide. Spit leaks down her chin and over the curve of her big tits. Rope bites into her wrists, pulls her arms back, wraps tight under each heavy breast until the flesh bulges and turns red. Every tug makes her nipples stiffen. The guy’s cock is thick, veined, ready. He shoves it past the gag and down her throat in one shove. Anastasia gags, eyes watering, but she keeps her mouth open and lets him fuck her face. Drool strings from her chin to the floor. When he finally yanks out, she gasps, strings of spit still linking her lips to his shaft. He bends her over the bench, spreads her, and drives straight into that tight, bare pussy. The stretch makes her toes curl. He slams in deep, hips slapping her ass, each thrust rocking her bound tits beneath her. She moans around the gag, half pain, half desperate need, as he uses her like a toy built for exactly this. By the time he’s finished, Anastasia’s face is streaked, her tits are bruised from the rope, and her cunt is puffy and dripping. She paid in full.