Eveline Delay Gets Roughly Fucked

She's flat on her back, wrists locked above her head, mouth open wide and waiting. He pushes in until her throat convulses around him, spit running down her chin, yet she takes every inch. The cuffs rattle each time he drives deeper. He pulls out, swaps cock for a flogger, and snaps it across her bare cunt. Each strike makes her jerk and moan through the gag, her thighs quivering. When the leather finally stops, he climbs on, shoves her legs apart, and slams straight into her like he's trying to break her in two. The bed frame shakes under the force. She strains against the cuffs, gagging on her own cries, while he keeps pounding—hard, relentless, no mercy left.