The Witness

Kendra Spade knows what she saw. A young journalist chasing a lead in Mexico, she snapped the proof—Ramon Nomar killing a CIA man. Back in her hotel room, she’s trying to stay focused. Nipple clamps bite down. A vibrator hums against her clit. Mid-climax, the door bursts open. Ramon’s there, rope in hand. He doesn’t waste words. He knots her tight, spreads her wide, and works her for answers. When she stays quiet, he feeds her his cock, choking her throat with every deep, wet thrust. Then he flips her, gags her, and lashes her tits and thighs with the flogger before sliding into her pussy—hard, steady strokes while she can’t do a thing but take it. His fingers push inside until she gushes, and he feeds her the mess from his hand. Next he pulls her legs back until both her holes are front and center. Cane marks stripe her skin. The Hitachi buzzes. He drives into her ass, deep and merciless, until she’s shaking and coming around him. Finally he mounts her from behind, ass up, and fucks her in both holes until he finishes across her back.