Delilah's First Time

Delilah Knight isn’t some studio fuck-doll. She’s a college girl with a mouth-watering face and a secret itch she’s finally ready to scratch. Tonight the itch gets raw. She’s never been filmed, never been bound, never handed the wheel to a man who knows how to drive. Derrick steps in like he owns the room, cuffs her wrists above her head, and the game is on. Cane marks bloom across her ass before his cock even touches her. Every stripe makes her drip. When the gag slides between her teeth she moans like she’s starving, spit running down her chin while he works her open. He doesn’t warm her up. He pushes straight into that tight, virgin hole, hips snapping, her body jerking in the ropes. The pain, the stretch, the helplessness—it all feeds the flood between her legs. She comes hard, shaking, drooling, eyes glassy, proving she can take it and still beg for more.