The Boss' Daughter: Anal, Squirting, Ft. Lily Lane

Raven-haired Lily Lane’s already digging her own grave when Small Hands grabs her by the throat. The botched deal’s thirty years old; she didn’t make it, but she’s paying. She spits in his face and tells him to fuck her before he finishes the job. He rips her blouse open, tits spilling free, and shoves his cock straight down her throat until spit hangs from her chin. She gags, sucks harder, still kneeling in the dirt beside the open hole. Small Hands drags her to a cinder-block cell, strips her, clamps her nipples, runs a line of clothespins down her belly. She begs for pain. He snaps the crop across her ass, plants the Hitachi between her legs, then yanks the zipper off the second she starts to come. She screams through the shock. He strings her up, arms high, legs spread, and drives into her cunt, pounding until her thighs shake. When he pulls out and presses the fat head against her asshole she pushes back onto him, greedy for every inch. Rope bites her ankles in doggy; he flogs her until the welts bloom, then hammers her pussy until she’s dripping. He switches holes without warning—ass to cunt and back again—leaving her wrecked and begging for more. Flat on her back now, wrists tied to the bars, Small Hands keeps her legs spread and works her over with crop, vibrator, and cock until she squirts across the concrete. He buries himself in both holes, slams deep, and paints her tits and face with thick ropes of cum. Lily lies there, shaking, smiling, finally satisfied before the dirt hits her face.