The Anal Eviciton

Summer Day walks in thinking cash will fix everything. Tommy Pistol has different plans. He scribbles a contract on the spot: she swallows his cock as deep as she can, no excuses. Zap her with the cattle prod if she skimps on the reading. Knees on the floor, wrists lashed to the table legs, she takes the flogger on those heavy tits until they bounce red. He swings lower, stripes her thighs, makes the terms sink in. His cock rams down her throat, pulls out dripping, rams again until spit strings hang from her chin. Rope still biting her skin, she drops to all fours, ass up. The flogger snaps across each cheek, leaving welts that bloom hot. He buries himself in her cunt first, pounds until the table shakes, then yanks free and shoves back into her mouth so she can taste herself. When he spreads her ass and pushes in, Summer whimpers around the stretch, but the pain melts into hungry moans. On her back now, ball-gag stretching her lips, she buzzes her clit with the Hitachi while Tommy switches holes, ass to pussy, pussy to ass, driving her right to the edge. She comes shaking, and he finishes across her tits and stomach, thick ropes that seal the deal. She signed the only contract that actually matters.