Carla Cox

Carla Cox walks in unsure. Her eyes flick around the room. She hears the plan – tied up, fucked where anyone can watch – and almost walks. She stays. They bind her wrists first, rope biting skin, pulling her arms back hard. A collar goes on. Someone shoves her down to her knees and pushes a cock past her lips. She sucks fast, spit running down her chin, trying to keep pace. Later she’s bent forward, ass lifted, wrists yanked tight to the bench. The first thrust into her ass makes her whole body jerk. She gasps, eyes wide, then the rhythm starts – hard, deep, relentless. The shame shows in every blink, every flinch, every time she looks away. She takes it anyway, and by the end she’s pushing back for more.