Kept Secrets: Kate Kennedy and Stirling Cooper's Dark Fantasies

Kate has a secret that’s burning holes in her. She wants to be tied, gagged, slapped, caned, and taken in every hole. When she finally spills it, Stirling smiles and gets straight to work. Rope first, then the gag, then her body dragged into the house like fresh meat. She’s soaked before he even touches her. He starts with the cane across her bare feet. She jerks, hisses, and he slaps her ass until it glows. Crops land in sharp lines, then the vibrator comes out and teases her clit while she strains against the ropes. He watches her drip, waits until the need is ugly, then shoves his cock down her throat. Spit runs everywhere. He holds her head and fucks her mouth until she’s gasping, mascara streaked, lips swollen. When he’s had enough of that wet hole, he chains her to the table—ass high, wrists locked. One more crop on the soles of her feet to remind her she’s owned, then he lines up and drives straight into her cunt. No warm-up, no mercy. She’s tight, clenching, begging through the gag. He rips it out so he can hear every desperate sound while he slams into her. Before her voice fades he pulls out and sinks into her ass. Kate’s eyes roll; she pushes back for more. On her back now, ankles bound, pussy still twitching. He flogs the tender flesh he just used, then sinks in deep again, fucking her through another shattering orgasm. When he’s ready he pulls out and paints her worked cunt with thick ropes of cum. She lies there chained and dripping, finally exactly what she asked for: used, marked, and satisfied.