The First Supper, Part Two

He has her bent forward over the dining table, wrists bound behind her back. Her tits hang heavy and exposed above the polished wood while her ass curves up for whatever he decides to give it. The first hard smack lands across one cheek. Then he pushes his thick cock straight into her asshole, stretching her open in one deliberate thrust. No lube, just her own spit from earlier when he made her choke on it. He fucks her there, hard and steady, each stroke driving deeper while the table creaks under them. She gasps every time his balls slap against her. Her thighs tremble, but she stays exactly where he put her.