Gianna Lynn

Gianna Lynn waits, breath tight. A man in a mask owns her, and she wants it. Steven St. Croix steps in and gives the fantasy teeth. He keeps her wrists bound with a thin cord, nothing fancy, and goes straight to work with hard slaps and heavier strikes. She takes every hit, body jerking, nipples tight. He grabs her hair, shoves his cock past her lips, forces it down her throat until spit strings swing. He fucks her mouth like he owns it. Then he flips her over, spreads her ass, and drives deep without warning. She gasps, eyes wet, but she stays open for him. He pounds harder, keeping the pace cruel and steady. Every thrust knocks the air out of her. She stays right where he put her, shaking, throat raw, ass red, and still begging for more.