Rogue Parole Officer

Xander's bracelet screams the second he steps past the porch. The blonde shows up pissed in a tight black skirt with nothing underneath. She spreads wide on his couch, shaved lips already slick. "Twenty percent of that inheritance," she says. "Or I drag you back in cuffs." He drops to his knees, spreads her thighs wider, and buries his tongue. Two fingers slide in while he licks her clit and asshole, heels kicking the air. He rips her shirt open, palms her heavy tits, and keeps eating until she's shaking. She turns the bracelet off, tells him they're done, but he locks her up from behind. A blindfold drops, a ball gag fills her mouth, ropes bite into her wrists. The flogger cracks across her tits and lean thighs until she jerks and grunts. When the leather stops, he shoves his cock down her throat until spit runs over her badge. On all fours he rams into her stretched pussy, then pulls out and makes her lick him clean. More lashes, another hard fuck, the Hitachi pressed to her swollen clit until she screams through the gag. On the couch she bounces in reverse cowgirl, tits bulging around the rope, squirting hard down his shaft. Flat on her back again, he pounds until she cums once more, then shoots across her tongue and face.