Kym Wilde and Kanada

Kanada answered the ad. Kym Wilde straps his arms and legs, boots planted on either side of him. Black hair falls across her face as she works his body, every pull of the ropes tightening his breath. She rides his mouth first, then the cock she left hard. Sweat beads down her thighs. He strains, but the cuffs hold. The leather creaks. She twists his nipples, slaps his face, laughs low when his hips buck. A long, brutal ride follows—her weight pinning him, her heels digging into his ribs. He comes hard and helpless. She keeps grinding until he whimpers. Kym Wilde gives him the kind of night that leaves marks.