Roxanne Rae Day Three: Facing Her Fear

Roxanne Rae came looking for fear. She got more than she bargained for. The moment that blindfold comes down, she thrashes like a caught animal, wrists yanking at the ropes. Her breath stutters against the fabric, panic thick in her throat. Then the first thrust hits the back of her mouth and she jerks, gagging hard, spit running down her chin in a hot, wet line. The cock doesn’t wait. It shoves deeper, forcing her to swallow panic along with every inch. She strains against the ropes, back arching, tits shaking with each brutal push. Every time she tries to pull away, the harness pulls her right back onto it. She takes it anyway. Takes it until her throat opens, until her body stops fighting and starts shaking for a different reason. The fucking is raw, deep, relentless. She’s left dripping, used up, and somehow steadier than when it started. She came for fear and left with the proof that she could take it.