The cold steel of the handcuffs bit into her wrists as Papi Kocic tightened them, the chain clinking against the bedpost. She was his submissive slut for the night, and she knew it. Her big ass quivered slightly as he ran a hand down her back, tracing the lines of her tattoo.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice rough against her ear. She nodded, her long black hair swaying as she did. She loved being dominated, loved the feeling of powerlessness.
He turned her around, his eyes locking with hers. The fear and excitement in her eyes only fueled him more. He wasn't gentle as he tugged at her clothes, revealing her fake tits, pert and inviting.
He forced her to her knees. "Suck it," he commanded. She obeyed without hesitation, her lips wrapping around his thick cock in a deep, wet Indian blowjob. He groaned, gripping her hair as she went to work.
After he finished, he flipped her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. He lunged into her with a powerful hard missionary fuck. Her nails dug into his back as he pounded her deep.
He rolled her over, grabbing her hips and lifting her big ass into the air. He drove into her from behind in a rough amateur doggystyle, her cries of pleasure filling the room. He watched as her body shook with each thrust, the metal of the handcuffs glinting in the dim light.
The feeling of being shackled and used was pure bliss for her. She was his to command, his to pleasure, and she wouldn't have it any other way. He loved watching her squirm as he claimed her body, knowing that she was his perfect dominant submissive.
