Sex slave: Rita Cross

Spotted that nasty little pig Rita Cross the second she walked in—knew right then she'd eat this session up like a fucking champ. She's classic sub meat. Loves pain, lives for the edge where it turns sweet. I read that twitch in her spine like a roadmap. Laid her out and got to work. Hoisted her partial suspension first, made her balance on her toes till every muscle shook. When her legs started folding I dropped the ropes and let her crash to her knees, all spent and shiny with sweat. That's when the gloves really came off. Spread her open, sank my whole fist wrist-deep inside that greedy cunt, turned her inside out, let every ache and slick, filthy pulse play out loud. You won't miss a sound.