Hard Luck Anal

Ivy LeBelle's got a suitcase stuffed with cash and her ass poured into some tight Daisy Dukes. She's ready to vanish, start over. But the car dies in the middle of nowhere. No signal. So she starts walking, sun beating down, until she finds a man who thinks the world's out to get him. Derek Pierce sees her and locks up. She must be the one. To settle himself he makes her get on her knees. Wrists tied. He rams his cock down her throat and her big tits bounce with every thrust. Then he hauls her over his shoulder like some caveman prize and carries her off to finish what he started. He drops her on all fours in the dirt, ropes her tight, hips high, ass up. Spanks her until the skin goes pink. Ball-gag in her mouth, drool running down her chin. He hears the voices again—she's a pain slut—so he pulls out the flogger and lays into her thighs and cheeks until she's shaking. By the time he slides his cock in her she's already wet. He takes her pussy first, then her ass, pounding until she's writhing on the end of it. He can't let her leave now. So he moves her to a stack of old truck tires, ties her down again, and shoves his dick back in her throat while the Hitachi buzzes against her clit. He works her over with the zapper—nipples, cunt, tongue—then canes the soft skin of her feet and thighs until she's screaming through the gag. When he's finally ready he slams back into her holes, fucks her until her pussy is greedy for it, then pulls out and shoots thick ropes across her thighs. Hard Luck Anal just got a whole lot harder.