hard and thick

Kael stripped off his bodysuit, his lean, scarred frame catching the bunker's harsh light, lean muscles taut, his thick cock pulsing with raw need.

His body radiated a primal heat that filled the air with unspoken promises.

Liss knelt before him, silk ropes binding her wrists behind her, her discarded bra revealing full breasts, nipple clamps glinting with faint electric pulses tied to her quickening heartbeat.

Her thong lay crumpled, her slick folds glistening, her round ass—still warm from the paddle—swaying subtly, a vibrating plug humming in her tight hole.

Blonde strands stuck to her sweat-damp face, blue eyes burning with submissive fire, her body trembling under his gaze, a living canvas of desire.

Kael's hands found her curvaceous hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he lifted her with ease, her bound wrists brushing the padded bench he guided her to.