Blue Collar Justice

Mr Pete is sweating through his shirt in the yard when Alexa Nova steps onto the porch in nothing but panties and a thin top. Her nipples poke through the fabric like she wants him to notice. She shoots him a half-bitchy look, turns, and walks away, that tight little ass bouncing with every step. He knocks for water, she opens the door wearing the same attitude—half hate, half heat. Once he’s inside she tells him if he wants it he has to take it. He doesn’t ask twice. He pins her, ties her wrists, wraps an arm around her throat, fingers and slaps her cunt until she’s wet and ready. Then he shoves her to her knees and fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin. In doggy he sinks that thick cock into her tight pussy, pounding until she’s begging to come. She gets off, then turns cold again and kicks him back outside. Later she tries to talk him into killing her old man so they can run off. He answers by tying her spread on the bed—one leg up, one leg down—ball-gag in her mouth, nipples clamped, every hole open. The flogger lands, then the cane, then the crop. When the Hitachi hits her clit she shakes and moans. He fucks her cunt first, then forces that big dick into her ass, driving deep until she’s stretched around him. Flipped on her back, wrists tied to the foot of the bed, legs spread wide, he vibes her again until her whole body jerks. Then he buries himself in her ass and fucks until he unloads all over her. She stays bound and dripping while he walks out. Job done.