Anal Hostage

The heist fell apart. Pete’s out the door with Lisey Sweet in his grip—his sudden hostage. They bolt to a room where the deal turns filthy. He binds her wrists, stuffs a gag in her mouth, and warns her one word to the cops means every dirty frame goes public. The blonde shakes, but nods. Pete frees her mouth only to shove his cock past her lips. He fucks her throat hard, spit running down her chin, until her eyes water and she keeps taking it. He spins her onto all fours, flogger cracking across her ass until the skin blooms pink. Then he drives his thick shaft into her soaked cunt, pounding until she begs for release. When she’s dripping and desperate he yanks out and sinks straight into her ass, claiming every inch. He flips her onto her back, folds her tight, and rails her hole in a brutal angle that leaves her stretched wide. Lisey spreads her own cheeks, long pink-silver nails pinning the gape open while Pete works a cold steel plug deeper, then trades it for his cock again. A vibrator hums against her clit until she gushes, body jerking. He slams back into her ass, fucks her past the edge, and finally pulls out to paint her pussy with thick ropes of cum.