Rope burns on thighs where she’s been secured tight. Older blonde with long hair splayed over the banister, ass up for anything. Younger guy grips her hips and pounds—dust flies as the wood groans under them. She moans deep-throated around his fingers when he pins both wrists above her head. Flips her fast: now she’s bent over the kitchen table, skirts hiked up, cream dripping down stockinged legs. By the time they hit that couch? She’s already got a load inside.