Agent India Summer's Ass is Destroyed by Son-In-Law

Cadence Lux has no clue what waits on the other side of the door. She brings her fiancé Tommy Pistol home for Valentine’s Day, glowing with the idea of a ring and her step-mother’s blessing. India Summer shows up all right—badge, gun, and an eye sharp enough to spot the wanted man standing in the kitchen. While Tommy runs Cadence out on an errand, India slips through the house collecting evidence. He catches her red-handed, calls backup that never comes, and strips her where she stands. She ends up on her knees, arms yanked behind her back, drooling around the ball gag he shoves between her teeth. Tommy works her with a zapper until her story cracks. He doesn’t like the pieces, so he bends her over, flogs her until her ass glows, then rams into her cunt while she strains against belt bondage. India comes hard and hates that she does, face mashed into the cushions like a cheap fuck toy. Cadence walks back in to the sight of her mother trussed in rope, naked, ball-gagged, a cold steel hook buried in her ass. Tommy cuffs Cadence’s wrists and shoves her face between India’s spread thighs. Questions fly while he fucks Cadence from behind; she soaks the floor when she squirts, then yelps when hot wax hits her nipples. He drags her aside, lines up on India’s stretched hole, and pounds her ass in long, punishing strokes—pulling out only to shove his cock down Cadence’s throat for fresh spit. Cadence finally swears she’ll choose Tommy over blood. He tests it by making her push her own mother onto his dick. She whips India’s ass with the flogger while India begs for permission to come. Cadence grins and zaps her instead. When Tommy’s ready, Cadence climbs on, rides him until she shakes, then shoves India to the floor to catch every drop across her face. She leaves the agent taped, glazed, and waiting for sirens.