Bound & Fucked

Amber Rayne bends like a wire. Skin tight over bone and muscle, every tendon on display. Mark Davis never says a word. He wraps her wrists, ankles, throat—slow loops of rope that draw her into positions most bodies refuse. She strains, shakes, but stays. He slides the ball between her teeth and buckles it tight behind her skull. The room fills with her breathing through her nose. His belt drops. He stands over her open mouth and feeds her every inch until her eyes water, spit sliding down her chin. When he flips her, she lands face-down, ass up, legs pinned wide. He works lube over her hole, then drives straight in—thick cock stretching her without pause. Each thrust shoves her forward against the ropes. She grunts around the gag, body jolting, but she pushes back for more. He changes the knots, hoists one ankle higher, spreads her until her knee nearly touches her ear, then sinks in again. The angle lets him bottom out. Sweat glistens on her spine. Her thighs tremble. He keeps the rhythm brutal and steady until her muffled cries turn ragged. When he finally pulls free, cum streaks across reddened skin and drips onto the floorboards. She hangs there, spent, still twitching in the ropes.