Lieutenant Hammer - [EC,B]

As Lieutenant Hammer picked up two sets of cuffs, examining them, Doctor Penelope Pax casually strolled over. Looking up at the tall black man, she asked, "Are you into that sort of thing, Jack?"

"Sometimes," he replied, smiling down at the short redhead but continuing to hold the cuffs.

"Me, too," she returned the smile while picking up a coil of rope and a ball-gag. Holding the ball-gag, she explained, "Sometimes I get rather . . . vocal."

Of course, the couple wound up in one of the bedrooms. Both naked. With the petite Penelope bent over a Britton armchair. She was standing behind it, her feet on the outsides of the chair legs and her ankles tied securely to them. The back of the chair pressed into her belly as she was **** forward by the hand-cuffs clamped around her wrists and to the arms of the chair. Penelope was biting down on the red silicone ball in her mouth, held in place by the black, double-layered strap fastened around her head.

Standing behind her was Hammer, his hands gripping her full hips as he slammed his cock in and out of the female Doctor's dripping wet pussy. With each forward thrust she would grunt or groan, and if not for the gag, the rest of the house might well have thought she was being butchered.

Or, just having a really good time.

She lolled her head from side-to-side, her long red hair framing her face, as she pulled against the restraints of the cuffs. Her pale, smooth skin glistened with sweat and her legs shook. She had already cum several times and was well on her way to another orgasm as that impossibly wide, impossibly long cock pistoned in and out of her tight, clinging vagina. She just knew that she would not be able to walk come the morning.