Tabatha Tucker

Master Steven has Tabatha Tucker bound tight. Chains bite into her skin, leather cuffs clamp her wrists, shackles drag her legs wide open, rope bites deeper with every twist she makes. She can't run, can't close her thighs. All she can do is take it. He grabs her by the hair and shoves his cock down her throat. Tabatha gags but stays locked in place, mouth stretched, drool spilling down her chin. When he pulls out, spit strings from her lips to the head of his dick. She barely gets a breath before he drives back in, using her throat like it belongs to him. Then he moves behind her. One hard thrust and he’s buried in her ass, stretching her open with the kind of force that makes her whole body jerk against the restraints. She screams, half pain, half need. He doesn’t slow down. He fucks her ass deep and steady, each stroke slamming into the limits of the ropes and chains holding her still. Every time she tries to shift, the leather cuffs bite. Every time she tries to close her legs, the shackles stop her cold. Pain and pleasure blur together until Tabatha’s left shaking, dripping, and completely used.