Tatti sits quietly, painting her nails—innocent, unaware, and completely unprepared for what’s coming. Without warning, a hand clamps over her mouth. She’s silenced, overpowered, and dragged upstairs like prey caught in the open. No talking back. No resistance. No control. She’s stripped, bent, and fucked in every position her body can take, her eyes rolling back as her holes are used again and again. Her moans are gagged, her limbs bound, and her will shattered. She’s there to be taken—and she is. She’s made to stroke with her feet, not for pleasure, but because it’s demanded. When the cum lands all over her soles, she doesn’t flinch. Just breathes, bound, and waits. Tied tight in a merciless hogtie, she’s left exposed and aching—until she’s pounded even harder, gag muffling every desperate moan as she’s used to the edge and beyond.
