Slave In The Hay [Part 4]

C.J.'s already buck naked in the hay, barefoot and grinning like trouble. Iron bars cage her in like a bitch in heat while her master ropes a fat knot around her throat. One tug and her blonde head snaps straight. He feeds her dick like she's starving for it, and she takes every inch down to the balls. He fists the rope and fucks her throat in short, mean strokes. Spit runs down her chin. She gags, eyes watering, but she keeps her bare feet planted and her knees spread. Each time he yanks the leash she dives deeper, nose mashed to his abs, throat squeezing tight. He holds her there, counting slow, then lets her up just long enough to gasp before shoving back in. She moans around the shaft like the pain is candy, blonde hair stuck to her wet cheeks. No slack, no mercy, just raw throat and rope burns. She wanted to be used; now she's swallowing every drop he's got to give.