Trunk Girl: Juliette March Taken by Seth Gamble

Seth pulls into the garage and kills the engine. The trunk thuds shut, but the noise inside keeps going. Juliette pounds the lid, screaming at him to open it. He yells back that if she behaves he’ll let her out. When the trunk pops, she’s lying there with her tits out, shirt torn, a black ball-gag jammed in her mouth. Her wrists and ankles are lashed with tan rope. She tries to talk through the gag, begging him to release her. He says he will—if she sucks him first. She nods. Seth grabs her head and pushes his cock into her throat while she’s still upside-down in the trunk, fucking her face in short, brutal strokes. When he’s done, he drags her out and drops her onto her knees, bare, ass high, wrists still bound. He swings the flogger across her cheeks until the skin blooms red and she’s pleading to be fucked. He shoves his cock into her pussy first, then yanks it free and forces it into her ass. She screams; he slaps her and keeps pounding until she comes hard. Later she’s on her back, arms stretched above her, thighs spread wide by rope, clover clamps biting her nipples and tethered to a rig overhead that sways and tugs with every move. He flogs her stomach until it’s pink, buries himself in her cunt again, grinds a vibrator on her clit, shoots his load, and leaves her twitching in the ropes.