Farm Slaves From Budapest

The heat smacks her like a belt. Sabrina stands over the bucket at the well, wrists already sore from the rope. Steve Holmes walks out from the trees with CJ on a leash, the girl naked and hooded, hands lashed behind her. He sees the thin line of water Sabrina has drawn and spits in the dust. "Lazy bitch." He yanks CJ down onto her knees, then grabs Sabrina by the hair and bends her over the stone rim. Rope bites into her elbows, pulling them tight behind her back until her shoulders scream. A thick leather bit gag is shoved between her teeth and buckled hard, drool already running down her chin. Steve unzips, slaps his cock across her face, then drives it straight into her throat. Her eyes water; she gags but he keeps feeding it to her until spit strings hang from her lips to the dirt. He spins her, slams her tits against the warm stone, and spreads her ass. One thrust and he’s balls-deep in her ass, no mercy, no lube, just raw stretch and the slap of skin. Sabrina grunts around the bit, legs shaking, while CJ watches from the ground, drooling too. Steve keeps pounding until her hole is red and slick, then pulls out and stuffs himself back down her throat, making her taste her own ass. The only sounds are the creak of rope, the wet slap of his balls, and the low animal noises forced out of Sabrina every time he bottoms out.