The Investigator

Lexi Belle steps into the room with her wrists already cuffed behind her back. The investigator waits, silent. She’s still denying it, but her body gives her away—short skirt riding up her thighs, nipples tight against her blouse. Mr. Pete doesn’t buy the act. He grabs her hair, bends her over the desk, and yanks her panties down. A fat rubber bit gag is forced between her teeth and buckled tight. She can’t talk now. She can only moan. He spits on his fingers, works one into her ass, then two, stretching her open while she writhes. When she’s slick enough, he drops his pants. His cock is thick and heavy. He presses the head against her hole and pushes in, inch by inch, until his balls rest against her. Lexi’s eyes roll back. Every thrust drives deeper. The desk creaks. The cuffs bite her wrists. He grabs her hips, slams in harder, using her ass like it’s his to punish. She drools around the gag, taking every inch. When he finally pulls out, cum leaks down her thighs, and she’s still trembling.