Role Reversal

Skylar Price runs the boardroom, but she slips away to let Derrick Pierce run her body instead. She kneels, hands cuffed, mouth open. He pushes past her lips until the big tits heave and spit runs down her chin. She gags, eyes wet, and he does not slow down. When he flips her over she stays bent, bound wrists tight behind her. The ball gag keeps every moan in. He works her ass open slow, then deeper, rough, until the slick rhythm fills the quiet room. Every thrust makes her shoulders strain against the ropes. Each slap lands hot across pale skin, punishment for every shady deal she signs by daylight. Her body twists between pain and need, caught hard, pushed farther each time he decides to take more. He owns the moment and she gives it up without a word. Bound, gagged, taken apart.