Internet Date Pays Off

Annie Cruz is back. She looks lethal. Wolf Hudson came looking for a date. She told him to show up at the dungeon if he wanted to get used. He walked in and she went straight to work. Wolf is already on his knees, wrists bound, chest bare, while Annie walks slow circles around him. She grabs his nipples with clover clamps and yanks until his breath stutters. Then the crop. Quick, cruel strikes across the clamped flesh that make him jerk and groan. She smiles when he asks for more. He asked to be fucked, so she straps on. The dildo is thick and black. She lines up behind him, pulls his hips back, and pushes in without ceremony. Wolf grunts, voice cracking as Annie starts to thrust. Every stroke is hard and deep. She keeps one hand fisted in his hair and the other slapping his ass while she pounds him. The clamps swing with every slam. Sweat runs down his back. She tells him he’s just a hole she found online and he moans like it’s the best compliment he’s ever heard. Annie doesn’t ease up. She fucks him until his legs shake, until the sounds coming out of him are half words and half begging. Only then does she rip the clamps off and replace them with her teeth. Wolf gasps. She laughs, low and satisfied, and gives him a few more brutal thrusts for good measure. When she’s finished she pulls out, wipes the strap-on across his face, and tells him to get lost. Door shuts behind him like it would on any other piece of internet trash. Welcome back, Annie.