Anal Bitch

Small Hands has had enough of Abella Danger's rich-bitch snark while he sweats through yard work. She struts the grounds bare, heels clicking, tits out, sunning that spoiled skin like she owns the world. One second he is inside, rifling her jewelry box. Next she is on him. He slams her down, pins her to the bed, ropes every limb tight, stuffs the ball gag between her teeth. She is going nowhere. He feeds her his cock, jamming it deep while her jaw strains around the gag. Nipple clamps bite. A flogger snaps across her tits, then the cane. Her throat works and globs of spit slide down his shaft. He drags her up onto her knees, back arched, ass high, and ties her wrists to the posts. He beats her with the flogger, smacks her cheeks red, wraps fingers around her throat, and drives into her pussy first, hard. Then he pulls out, lines up on her asshole, and pushes inside without mercy. He switches holes, back and forth, using every stretch of her until she shakes. He slides the slick shaft between her lips for a quick clean-off, then spreads her eagle on the mattress. Pins dot her tits, bright metal catching the light. He works a zipper down her body, swats her raw with the flogger, buries the Hitachi against her clit while he pounds her ass again. The clamps rip free the second she comes. Her scream is muffled by the gag. He follows right behind, shooting hot ropes over her face, leaving her trussed and dripping. Attitude fixed.