Anal Coercion

Kristina Rose, all curves and trouble, wants the house and the money. Derrick Pierce has the files that prove she's been playing dirty. He slams the folder down and tells her the only deal she's getting tonight is on her knees. He locks her wrists in cuffs, feeds her his cock until her lipstick is wrecked and spit drips from her chin. On all fours in those shiny red heels, ass high, he shoves deeper, forcing gags out of her until she can’t catch her breath. He flips her onto her back, makes her work her own pussy while he throat-fucks her again, heavier, harder. Then rope: wrists to ankles, ball gag crammed between her teeth. The flogger licks across her skin, leaving hot stripes. The zapper crackles and jumps, her body jerking every time. Her cunt’s dripping when he finally drives inside, pounding deep, the mattress creaking under every thrust. He slaps the Hitachi against her clit and keeps going until she’s shaking and drooling around the gag. Kristina shakes her head when she sees the lube. He doesn’t care. He pushes past the tight ring, stretches her open, then yanks out and shoves the length straight into her mouth so she can taste herself on him. The cane follows. Hard snaps across her tits, then her pussy, then the soles of her feet until she’s howling. Nipple clamps bite down. Another round with the flogger. The vibrator stays pressed tight while he rails her ass and her cunt, switching holes until his come paints her stomach and tits in thick, hot ropes.