Anal Resolution: Tommy Pistol and Katrina Jade's New Year's Fuck

New Year’s Eve, Katrina’s waiting in nothing but a blouse and a thong. Tommy’s late. She’s angry the second he walks through the door, voice sharp, eyes cutting. They trade words until she almost boots him out. He talks fast, begs hard, and somehow keeps the roof over his head for one more chance. Minutes later she’s stripped to bra and panties, ball-gag jammed between her teeth, a chain biting into her neck. He leads her into the dark woods, ties her arms wide to a cold rock, legs spread. The flogger cracks across her skin. He drops between her thighs, tongue working her pierced clit while his hands crush her tits. When he lets her down she drops to her knees; the gag comes out and his cock slams straight down her throat. She gags, drools, takes every inch. He stuffs his balls between her lips, makes her bite. Spit-slick fingers drive into her cunt until she shakes and comes. Back at the house the rope goes on again—her standing at the kitchen counter, one leg hoisted high. He slaps her ass red, then sinks his cock deep in her pussy, pounding until her legs buckle. The switch is sudden; he pulls out and drives straight into her ass, brutal, fast, relentless. She comes again, and again. Last scene: she’s on her back, legs spread and roped to a leather chair. The crop snaps across her ass, then his cock slides back into her pussy before he switches to her ass again, back and forth, until he buries himself to the root and unloads inside her, thick and hot, leaving her dripping with his load.