Devaun

Devaun walks in and the tension starts fast. Mark Davis cuffs her wrists above her head, then yanks her hair back hard. She breathes sharp while the rope pulls tight around her neck, cutting her air every time she tries to move. The cat o-nine tails comes down across her back, leaving hot red lines on that lean body. She takes the sting, then drops to her knees when he shoves his thick cock between her lips. Her throat opens, gagging deep until spit runs down her chin and onto her tits. He holds her hair like a handle and fucks her mouth in short, rough thrusts. Once he has her dripping, he spins her around, bends her over the bench, and slams into her ass. The rope keeps her pinned, every thrust jerking her forward, making the cuffs bite. She moans around each stroke, body caught between pain and the hard rhythm pounding through her. Davis doesn’t let up. He tightens the bondage, keeps the tail cracking, and drills deeper until she’s shaking and stretched raw. 2007, straight-up, no mercy.