Busty Bombshell Willing to Please

Krissy Lynn walks back into the room, blonde hair catching the light, tits heavy in that tight top. Mr. Pete has the ropes ready. She strips without being told. He ties her wrists behind her, cinches her elbows, pulls until her shoulders strain. The knots bite. She breathes harder but doesn’t complain. He shoves her to her knees, cock already stiff, and feeds it to her. She takes it deep, spit running down her chin, mascara starting to smear. Every gag makes her eyes water and her nipples tighten. He pulls out, slaps her face with it, then hauls her up and bends her over the bench. Rope across her lower back keeps her pinned. He spreads her ass, works lube in with two fingers, then pushes his cock against that tight hole. She groans when he sinks in, inch by inch, stretching her until her knuckles go white against the wood. He fucks her ass in long, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Each thrust shoves her tits against the bench. She pushes back to meet him, greedy for every inch. He reaches around, fingers her clit while he pounds her. Her moans turn ragged. He unties one wrist only long enough to flip her onto her back, legs up and spread, ankles tied to the bench legs. He slams back into her ass, deeper this time, balls slapping skin. Sweat rolls down her stomach. He leans over, grabs a fistful of tit, squeezes hard while he fucks. She comes with a sharp cry, ass clenching around his cock. He doesn’t stop. He keeps driving until he’s ready, then pulls out and strokes over her tits, painting them white. She lies there panting, ropes still holding her open, cum cooling on her skin, already looking like she wants round two.