Winter Sky

Winter Sky lies strapped down, wrists and ankles locked to the frame. She can't move an inch. Mark Davis steps in, takes one look, and gets to work. A thick ball gag stretches her jaw wide. She breathes hard through her nose, eyes wide, body already glistening. He grabs her breasts, twists hard, leaves red handprints on pale skin. Then he spreads her open and shoves two fingers straight into her ass, twisting, stretching her tight hole. Winter Sky groans around the gag, drool sliding down her chin, but she pushes back for more. Mark keeps her there, helpless, every hole exposed. He brings out his cock, thick and heavy, and shoves it into her mouth, fucking past the ball gag until she gags and sputters. He pulls out, flips her hips up, lines up, and drives straight into her ass. No warm-up, no mercy, just hard, steady thrusts that rattle the whole frame. Winter takes it all, sweat running down her back, muscles shaking, eyes rolling. He pounds her without pause, slaps her ass until it's bright red, then reaches around to rub her clit. The pain and the pressure mix until her whole body seizes and she comes hard, ass clenching around his cock. Mark doesn't stop. He flips her again, pushes her knees to her chest, and keeps driving into that sore, stretched hole. When he finally pulls out, he shoots thick ropes across her belly and tits. Winter Sky lies there, still bound, breathing hard, slick with sweat and cum, marked and used just the way she wanted it.