Do it for Daddy

Kira Noir is minding her own damn business, watering the spring flowers, when Tommy Pistol rolls up with a foreclosure notice. The numbers don’t add up—she begs, pleads, tries to make it right. Tommy gives her the choice: flash some skin or pack up. That gets him a view of her perky tits, but he’s not stopping there. She wants a week’s extension? She’s going to earn it on her knees, throat working, drool dripping, swallowing every drop to keep the ranch from slipping away. Tommy leaves, but the next day he’s back with rope and paddles. He bends her over, smacks that firm ass red, then drops to tongue her shaved pussy and tight asshole. Bound in doggie, mouth gagged, ass up, she takes his cock in both holes—hard, relentless—until he unties her only to flip her onto her back, wrists lashed to ankles, and fucks her slutty holes until he paints her face with his load. She did it all for Daddy, but Tommy’s the one walking away satisfied.