Petite Sophia Grace Wants to Experience Karl

Sophia Grace thought she signed up for a game. Then Karl shoved the gag between her teeth and buckled it tight. She’s on her knees, wrists bound, drool already stringing down her chin, tits bare and heaving. Every plan she carried into the room snaps like cheap string. Karl doesn’t warm her up; he uses her. Fingers pry, cock rams deep, every hole claimed without ceremony. She expected lessons. She got bruises, grunts, spit, and a rough voice in her ear calling her every filthy name while her cunt spasms around him. She came here to play. She stays to be used like the sloppy, dripping slut she is.