Anal Vengeance

Cherie DeVille knows the deal is a setup the second the door locks behind her. A man she swore she left behind drags her into the dark, yanks her dress up, and bends her over the desk like she’s nothing but property to be claimed. No mercy, no safe words. He holds her wrists down, spits on her hole, and forces his way in anyway. Every hard thrust is payback, and the tighter she fights, the deeper he goes. She chokes on him when he yanks her to her knees next, tears streaking her makeup while he uses her mouth like a warmup. Blonde hair tangled in his fist, she gags, drools, takes every inch. Then he flips her back on her stomach, locks her ankles to the chair, and goes right back to her ass—slow, cruel, relentless. Her screams turn raw. Her body shakes. The realtor’s perfect plans fall apart one punishing thrust at a time.