Naomi

Naomi knows the game. She's done rough before, but this time she asked for something different. Steven St. Croix has her wrists cinched tight and her body stretched across the frame. First he works her mouth, thick cock pushing past her lips until she gags and drools down her chin. He slaps her face when she slows, then fucks her throat until spit coats her tits. When he's done there, he turns her around, spreads her cheeks, and works his way into her ass. She pulls against the ropes, breathing hard, taking every inch he gives her. He pounds deep, hand gripping her hair, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the room. Naomi moans through it, eyes half-closed, body shaking every time he slams home. No mercy, just rhythm, sweat, and the slow surrender of someone who finally got what she came for.