American Housewife

Red-haired Tana Lea wedded the perfect American dad-type. Then Charles locked her under the cellar stairs, his strange habits spilling into open view. She wants out. She’ll do anything. Gagged and leashed, she drops to her knees, palms pressed to her wet cunt, eyes up, mouth open. He feeds her every inch. She swallows him greedily, spit sliding down his shaft, nipple clamps tugging at her full tits. Later, mid-chore, he orders her to present. She strips the table bare, climbs on all fours, heels high, ass offered. He binds her wrists, lashes the flogger across her cheeks until they burn red. Her mouth gets him slick again, then he sinks inside, the heat of her tight cunt drawing him deeper. The Hitachi buzzes her clit while he slams her forward. He flips her, knots wrists to ankles, legs spread, and crops tender flesh until it stings and she leaks for more. Charles drives in hard, her screams bouncing off the walls. He pulls out, paints her spread pussy with thick ropes of come, and leaves her trembling, marked, already craving the next lesson.