Stockholm Slut: Demi Sutra gets fuck-love struck by captor Bill Bailey

Bill Bailey bursts in with a suitcase full of cash, FBI on his heels. He ducks into the first house he finds and catches Demi Sutra naked and alone. She screams. They struggle. He slaps her, ties her, stuffs a gag in her mouth. Once she’s helpless, he stops to look. Her lithe Black body twists against the ropes. He grabs her tits, fingers her pussy, watches her fight and fail. He flogs her, clamps her nipples, then presses a vibrator to her cunt. She moans, hips jerking, desperate. Bill won’t let her finish until she begs for cock. Demi breaks fast. She pleads. He leans over, spits in her open mouth, then shoves his dick down her throat until his balls press against her lips. He fucks her face hard, uses her until spit runs down her chin. Next he bends her over the bed, legs spread, and beats her ass with the flogger and crop. Clothespins bite into her swollen pussy lips. She whimpers, hips rolling. Pain and helplessness turn her on, and she begs again—this time for him to fuck her. Bill drives his cock into her tight cunt, pounds her until the bed shakes. He flips her onto her back, keeps slamming into her, and she comes hard, over and over, screaming for more. When he’s done, he pulls out and strokes thick ropes across her pussy, leaving her shaking and soaked.