Jason's rhythm was unrelenting, his cock buried deep in the tight, twitching grip of Stella's ass.
His fingers curled inside her soaked pussy, grinding knuckles-deep, her walls clamping around him with desperate need.
Her body jerked beneath him, legs trembling, thighs quivering, drool spilling from the corners of her gagged mouth, pooling beneath her chin.
Every thrust into her ass drove his fingers harder into her pussy, filling her in a way that left her breathless, thoughtless—a writhing mass of heat and raw sensation.
She was nothing but noise, need, and surrender.
Jason leaned over her, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.
"Cum again, you fucking pig," he growled, his voice a low snarl, thick with dominance.
His fingers found that spot inside her—the one that made her unravel—curling, pressing, relentless in their assault.
Her body arched violently, a sharp cry muffled by the gag, her muscles straining against the ropes and cuffs that bound her.
The orgasm didn't build—it detonated.
She screamed into the gag, the sound shattered and raw, her pussy convulsing so fiercely it nearly pushed his fingers out, slick gushing down her thighs, soaking her knees and the sheets beneath.
Her body shook, overwhelmed, caught in the throes of pleasure and overstimulation, her tears soaking the blindfold as she surrendered to the intensity.
Jason didn't pause.
He thrust harder into her ass, rougher now, each movement calculated to push her further into ruin.
Her moans were broken, desperate, her body shuddering beneath him, a trembling heap of spent desire.
"Fuck… look at you," he hissed, his voice dripping with dark awe. "Ruined."
Her tears glistened on the blindfold, but she nodded, helpless, willing, her body still his to command.
He pulled out of her ass slowly, watching her tight hole twitch, clenching around nothing, glistening with spit and her own slick.
She collapsed forward, her face buried in the mattress, her body limp, trembling from the climax that had torn through her.
"Up," he barked, his voice low, ragged with lust.
She flinched, struggling to obey, her bound arms useless behind her back, her clamped breasts dragging against the sheets as she pushed herself onto her knees.
Jason yanked the leash, the collar biting into her throat, drawing a sharp gasp through her nose, her breath hitching.
He turned her to face him, her knees unsteady, her blindfold soaked with sweat, mascara streaking her cheeks, drool gleaming on the gag's strap.
She was a vision of degradation—flushed, humiliated, perfect.
"Time to finish like a good little hole," he said, his voice a dark promise.
He unbuckled the gag slowly, letting it fall from her lips.
Her mouth hung open, raw and aching, strings of drool dripping from her chin as she gasped for air, her chest heaving. He stared at her face—ruined, flushed, utterly surrendered.
Then he leaned in and spit directly into her open mouth.
She shivered, swallowing without hesitation, her body trembling at the act of submission.
Jason smirked, his cock rock-hard, glistening with her slick, pulsing with need.
He slapped it across her cheek—once, then again, the wet sound sharp in the quiet room.
"Open wider," he commanded.
Her lips parted further, obedient, her breath shaky.
He didn't ease her into it. He shoved his cock into her mouth, deep and sudden, no softness, no preamble.
Her throat constricted, choking instantly, her body jerking as he pushed past her tongue, filling her completely. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat bulging around him.
"Take it," he growled, his hands gripping her skull, fingers digging into her scalp.
"Fucking take it."
Her nails bit into her palms behind her back as she gagged, her throat convulsing, but she didn't pull away.
Her tongue flattened, desperate to please, her moans bubbling around his shaft as spit spilled from her lips.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the mess of drool and mascara, her face a canvas of ruin.
He fucked her mouth with brutal precision, each thrust deep and unyielding, using her like a toy.
Her body swayed, helpless in her bonds, her moans a mix of surrender and need, her throat working to take him deeper with every stroke.
"Gonna cum down your fucking throat," he snarled, his hips slamming forward, her lips stretching around him, swollen and slick.
She whimpered, the sound vibrating through him, pushing him closer to the edge.
He gripped the back of her head, thrusting one final time, holding himself deep as his cock jerked, pulsing.
"Swallow. Every fucking drop."
He came, hot and thick, rope after rope spilling down her throat.
She choked, gagged, but swallowed, her eyes wide behind the blindfold, drool and cum leaking from the corners of her mouth as she fought to obey.
Her body trembled, overwhelmed, as she took everything he gave.
Jason panted, hips trembling as he slowly pulled out, his cock glistening with her spit.
She collapsed forward, mouth open, gasping, cum and drool dripping down her chin, her body spent and shaking.
Destroyed.
Used.
Perfect.