Ragan Anthony

Regan Anthony is already shaking when Steven St. Croix lashes her wrists. Rope bites into skin, ankles spread, and she opens like she needs it. He works fast—slaps, clamps, a hand around her throat—then drives into her ass without warning. She takes every inch, whimpering but steady, pushing back for more. He flips her, pins her shoulders, fucks deeper while she stays obedient and dripping. By the last round she’s slack on the sheets, tits coated, pussy leaking, too spent to close her legs.