Zoe Grey comes home looking like a dream—tight white top stretching over her huge natural curves, blue denim jeans hugging every line, and red-bottom Louboutin heels clicking across the floor as she steps inside. She thinks she’s alone… She walks through the house when suddenly a strong hands grab her from behind and lifts her off balance. Zoe gasps, immediately slipping into her bratty self, snapping at him with full attitude even as he expertly ropes her arms into a strict boxtie. Within moments she’s lashed to the doorframe, chest pushed forward, hair spilling over her shoulders as she thrashes and complains about how furiousshe is and how her “boyfriend is NOT going to like this.” He returns, slowly tugging her top upward until her big, perfect breasts spill free. He tightly fastens a ring gag in between her teeth pushing her lips open as she glares defiantly. He leaves her to struggle once more. He returns and unfastens her pants lowering them to her ankles spanking her butt cheeks. He changes her gag to a ball gag and picks up a can of oil, spraying her huge tits, smearing her cleavage until it gleams while she squirms. Her ankles are tied together. A buzzing wand is secured against the inside of her thigh, close enough to torment but not enough to satisfy. Zoe writhes helplessly, moaning through the gag, hips buckling as he occasionally adjusts the intensity to keep her on edge. Her legs start to buckle now, her thighs shake. He lowers her to her knees. With his cock throbbing and her pussy soaking she looks on in anticipation as he drops his pants. She takes his warm hard cock into her mouth and expertly starts to suck. He fucks her face, using her at his will. Spitting into her mouth and ramming his fingers down her throat to make her gag. She’s covered in spit, drool, oil. He thrusts his cock between her huge soaking tits and then back into her mouth. The wand continues to make her cum as he nears climax, he blows his load into her mouth and rams the gag back in. His cum drips out the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Now he’s had his fill, Zoe is lowered to the floor and re-tied into a tight hogtie, back arched, wrists and ankles cinched together. The wand remains strapped in place, keeping her overwhelmed and shuddering. Her mouth is sealed with a strip of white tape, eyes rolling as she’s pushed to delicious, uncontrollable aftershocks.