Kristine

Kristine’s body was made to be used. Steve Holmes keeps her strapped down, a ball gag jammed between her teeth, spit running down her chin. He works her open slow at first, then shoves that thick cock straight up her ass. The stretch burns, but her cunt keeps dripping. He flips her onto her knees, wrists cuffed behind her back, and pushes deeper until her hole won’t close again, a raw, gaping ring begging for more. Every thrust forces a wet, broken sound out of her throat. She stays exactly where he puts her, shaking, drenched, and grateful.