TYNA GOLD TIED UP AND HARDCORE POUNDED

She hits the floor. Hands pulled tight behind her, collar biting at her throat. The guy looming over her already has a hard-on pushing at his zipper, and she knows what's coming. The whip cracks first—fast, sharp strokes that stripe her ass and the backs of her thighs. Then his palm lands heavier, each slap jolting through her. Every time the leather kisses skin, her body jerks forward and the collar drags her back again. He doesn't waste time. Two thick fingers slide straight between her legs, parting her, working inside without any show of patience. She’s slick already; he curls them deep, knuckles bumping against her. He fucks her with his hand until her thighs shake, then he pulls them free, wipes them on her hip, and unzips. The cock that springs out is heavy, veined, flushed dark at the tip. He doesn't tease. One hard thrust and he's buried, hips smacking into her bound ass, pounding her with short, brutal strokes that shove her face into the floor. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her. The collar jerks tight each time she’s driven forward, keeping her exactly where he wants her.