Fuck the model hard while the guard watches

John couldn't pass up this wonderful opportunity. He had been through hell and back since stepping into this depraved pleasure dome. He earned this, he deserved a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss before facing what awaited him in the loft. He needed this release to clear his head, to fortify himself for the confrontation to come.

He moved behind the woman, the model in the stocks, her body a canvas of desire waiting for his touch. He ran a hand over the smooth skin of her ass, feeling the shiver that ran through her body at his touch. He parted her cheeks, exposing her already used, cum-filled holes. The sight was both depraved and incredibly arousing, a testament to the unbridled lust that fueled this place.

The guard stood beside him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arousal as she watched him. "Go on, big boy," she urged, her voice a low, husky purr. "Show her who's in charge. Make her remember what it feels like to be fucked by a real man."

John's cock, now hard and throbbing with need, was ached with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her slick folds, already coated with the remnants of a previous encounter. He could feel the heat radiating from her, a silent invitation that was impossible to resist.

With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. The woman gasped, a mixture of pleasure and pain escaping her lips as he filled her completely. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against her ass, the sound of their flesh meeting a primal beat that echoed through the room.

The guard's hands were on him now, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on, her whispers of encouragement a constant chorus in his ear. "That's it, baby," she moaned, her body pressed against his. "Fuck her hard. Make her yours."

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