Power plays

She sat there, wrists bound behind the chair, thighs spread wide. The ropes bit softly into her skin while she watched him step closer, cock already hard. Madison knew this was what she’d asked for—older, experienced, in charge—but her breath still caught when he pressed the head against her tighter hole and pushed. No warning, just the slow, thick slide into her ass. He held her hips and took her anyway, burying himself deep. Every thrust forced a sound from her throat. When he pulled out, he stood over her and finished across her lips and cheeks, painting her pretty face with thick, warm streaks.