Sarah Jane Ceylon: The Birthday Gift

They hand her over like a wrapped present—wrists lashed, mouth already stuffed with the ball gag, eyes wide but willing. Steve doesn’t waste time unwrapping. He checks the knots, tests the give, and decides Sarah Jane will do just fine. He bends her where he wants, spreads what he needs, and sinks in without asking twice. Every thrust lands deep, heavy, mean. He likes the way her body takes it, how nothing stays closed for long when he decides it shouldn’t. He works her ass until she shakes, then drives straight into the next hole like he owns the schedule. She stays tied, stays open, stays exactly where he left her. The harder he goes, the more she gives. He grins at the damage he’s leaving and keeps going anyway.