Fucked Hard in Tight Bondage

Richelle Ryan is twenty-one and ready to surrender. She stands where he tells her, Ben English's eyes tracing every inch of her body like he's taking inventory before he claims it. He makes her turn, bend, spread. Nothing soft about the way he studies her. She feels exposed, almost ridiculous, but the heat between her legs tells the truth. The basement is cold. He chains her in the dark closet of the Armory, wrists locked high, body stretched and helpless. She knows what comes next. He unzips and she leans forward, mouth open, tongue wet, taking him deep until her throat works around every inch. Spit runs down her chin. He keeps her there until he's satisfied. When he's done using her mouth he leaves her bound. She can't touch herself, but his fingers find her anyway, ruthless and precise. She cums hard against the wall, legs shaking, moaning loud enough for the echo to answer her. Later he fucks her. Tight ropes hold her open. Her tits bounce with every thrust as he pounds her ass, no mercy, just the slap of skin and the creak of leather. She takes it all. When he's ready he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her face with thick ropes of cum that drip from her lips to her chest.