Girlfriend for Ransom

Hadley sits bound to the chair in her tight black dress, ball-gag stretching her mouth, eyes wide. Charles wants twenty grand. Daddy offers half. Time to change his mind. Charles yanks the dress down and clamps her big natural tits, nipples squeezed tight. She whimpers through the gag, but the second he frees her mouth she dives on his cock, sucking like she’s starving. Thick inches slide down her throat. She gags, drools, tits swinging with every thrust. When he pulls out, spit trails from her lips. He flips her onto all fours, ropes cinched at her wrists and ankles, back arched, pussy open. Charles lays down the law like a boyfriend would—if the girlfriend were kept hostage. The flogger snaps across her ass when she forgets the rules. Good behavior earns cock. He drives into her soaked cunt, fucks her steady until her thighs shake, then feeds her the taste of her own slick. Later she’s on her back, wrists lashed to ankles, legs spread wide. She looks him dead in the eye and tells him to stop acting sane. He pounds her pussy, then her throat, then her pussy again, the chair creaking under every thrust. She moans, body jerking. Charles pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her stomach with thick ropes. Ransom paid in full, one way or another.