Snitch Fuck: Lily Lane Fucks the Information Out of Ruckus

She had him. Right in the middle of that filthy room, blindfold on, mouth gagged, hands cuffed to the chair. Lily Lane—tattooed skin, perfect tits, and a body built to break a man—stood over Ruckus like a predator who’d finally caught her prey. He wouldn’t talk. Not a word about her money. So she started beating the truth out of him. Stick across his thighs. Flogger cracking over his chest. Hard, ugly punches that left red marks on his ribs. Still nothing. She ripped the blindfold off and switched tactics. No more hitting. This time she used her body. Climbed on him, ass grinding slow and heavy against his cock through those cheap black shorts. Shoved her tits in his face until he had no choice but to breathe her in. Still he kept his mouth shut. Fuck it. She’d crack him another way. Got him bent over the desk, wrists still locked. The thick strap-on slid into his ass without mercy—deep, relentless strokes that made his whole body jerk. Lily watched her cock disappear into him and felt herself get soaked. She climbed onto the desk, sat on his face, and made him eat her pussy while she teased his aching cock with her hand. When the vibe hit her clit she came hard, thighs shaking, spit dripping down his chin. Then she took his cock for real. Rode him cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, pussy gripping him tight, using him like a toy. He started begging. She fucked him faster, harder, until he was right on the edge—and then she pulled off. Left him throbbing, ruined, spit in his face like the snitch he was.