Immigration Authority

Stella Cox runs her toy business like it owes her money. One knock at the door and the whole thing turns. Mickey Mod steps in flashing federal credentials, all calm until the papers don’t check out. Then the cuffs snap on. He opens her mouth with two fingers and feeds her every inch of that thick cock until her throat clicks and her eyes water. She takes it, gagging, spit running down her chin, and he just keeps pushing. He binds her three different ways—wrists behind, knees spread, face down with her ass up. Each knot tightens another part of her until she’s nothing but an open mouth and waiting holes. She looks back over her shoulder, voice shaking: “Please put your big American cock in my ass.” Mickey doesn’t make her ask twice. He drives straight into her ass, then swaps to her cunt, switching holes like he owns both. Her big natural tits swing hard with every thrust. When she finally comes, it rips out of her in one long scream—“I love America!”—while Mickey keeps pounding, the cuffs rattling against the wood, her body caught between pain and want and the cold press of authority that won’t let up.