Katie Oliver Bound Spreadeagle

Katie Oliver's legs are pulled wide apart and strapped down tight. Her arms stretch the same way, wrists locked in place. She's on her back, spread open, nowhere to hide. Every inch of her skin shows pale against the dark hair spilling across the mattress. The cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles when she tests them, but the ropes hold. A gloved hand trails down her inner thigh, then a thick dildo presses against her entrance, sliding in deep and slow until it disappears inside. Her black hair sticks to her damp forehead as her body jerks. The dildo pulls out glistening, pushes in again harder. She strains against the restraints, breath catching, hips trying to lift but the bonds keep her pinned. Sweat gathers at the hollow of her throat. The toy works her relentlessly, wet sounds filling the space between every thrust. She can't twist away, can't close her legs, can't do anything but take it.