Breaking In: Seth Gamble Dominates Kenzie Taylor

They break in past midnight, hunting for something worth more than a busted lock. Kenzie finds the drawer instead: floggers, whips, clamps, coils of rope, black on black. One look and the night turns hot. She points at the stranger's bed and tells Seth to fuck her in it. He doesn't ask twice. Her ski mask hits the floor. So does the rest of her. He strips her bare, tits out, ass up. The clamps bite her pink nipples. Rope bites her wrists. He crops her cheeks red, then feeds her every inch of his cock until her throat gives and her eyes water. She wants it harder. Wants the hand on her neck, the slap across her face, the stretch that splits her open again and again. He spreads her wide, tongue on her cunt, vibe pressed to her clit until she shakes. Then he flips her. On all fours she takes him deep, pussy dripping, ass striped from the flogger. The leash goes on next—cold chain, tight collar. She rides, drops, licks herself off his shaft like it's the only thing she needs. On her knees again, lips stretched, spit running down her tits, blue eyes locked on his. She begs for it. He gives it. Thick ropes paint her face, drip from her chin, and she smiles like she just won the score of the night.