Training Violet Monroe

Violet Monroe stands there, gorgeous and dripping with want, while Tommy Pistol wraps her in rope until she can barely twitch. The cords bite deep, pinning her arms, arching her back, forcing every curve to offer itself. He fits a steel hook between her cheeks, threads the ring through her hair, and pulls—her neck curves, her ass tilts higher, everything exposed. Breath play comes next, his hand locked over her mouth and nose, holding the air until her body shakes for it. When she’s panting and soaked, he lines up behind her and drives his cock straight into her ass, fucking her hard while the hook tugs in time with every thrust. She takes it, gasping, whimpering, broken open in the ropes.