Katy Rose Enjoys a Good Fuck

Katy Rose stands there, bare from the waist down, body tight and ready. She looks like trouble. She feels like it too. First they strap the gag between her teeth. Black straps dig into her jaw. She breathes hard through her nose, eyes half-closed, waiting. Then the rope comes out. Her wrists are pulled behind her back, knots pulled tight until she can't move. She tests it, gives a soft sound that never makes it past the rubber between her lips. They make her kneel. She drops down without argument, knees spread on the floor. A hand grips her black hair and guides her forward. Her mouth opens around it, lips stretched wide. She works her tongue, taking it deeper each time they push. Saliva runs down her chin, drops on her chest. She keeps going, steady and hungry. When they pull her up, she's shaking. They bend her over. The gag stays in. Her wrists stay tied. Someone lines up behind her and pushes in hard. She jerks forward, bound and helpless, taking every inch. They fuck her deep, pace picking up, skin slapping skin. She moans around the gag, body jolting with every thrust, caught between rope and cock and not wanting either to stop.