Creampie Surrender (HD)

Description:

The safe-house bedroom was quiet and unfamiliar. Tape wound around Agent Latinas ankles calves and thighs. Her wrists, pinned beneath her breasts, had been wrapped so tightly the edges of the tape bit skin. She sat on the only chair, back straight, black hair half-escaped from its chignon, eyes glittering like obsidian at the tall Englishman who shut the door with deliberate care.
An agent entered and loosened his cuffs, the muted clink the only sound while he studied her.
“I need information from you, where are the data files?” He said.
Fuck you,” she articulated, voice husky with fatigue and venom. A glob of saliva struck the breast pocket of his shirt and slid toward the waistband of his dark slacks.
He wiped it away with two fingers, expression never changing, then tore a fresh six-inch strip from the roll he kept on the desk. “We’ll have no more of that,” he muttered
The tape slapped over her mouth, sealing the vowel she’d been about to snarl. His thumb smoothed the edges, ensuring her breath could only hiss through her nose.
He removed her shirt and pulled her bra cups downward, peeling lace off her tawny skin until both breasts sprang free—full, gravity-defiant, nipples already tightening in the cool air. Her jugular fluttered against the tape as she fought the urge to scream through the tape gag.
“Pretty,” he judged, calloused palms molding to her flesh, thumbs sweeping across each peak until they stiffened further. Latins kicked uselessly, heels drumming the chair legs. He circled one areola slowly, savoring the pebbled texture, then closed his mouth over it. His tongue painted wet spirals while suction drew the nub between his teeth. A bite—sharp enough to lift her spine from the chair—earned a muffled grunt. 
From his jacket he produced a translucent suction devices no bigger than a shot glasses.
He centered the suction cup over her peak and twisted the base. Vacuum tugged her sensitive bud outward, turning the brownish hue a deeper rose. She whimpered around the gag, hips kicking forward as far as the bindings allowed.
A minute passed—maybe more—before he detached the cylinder. Her nipple emerge swollen, hypersensitive, the tiniest brush of air feeling like sandpaper. Each cylinder was replaced by a metal nipple clamp
Left alone, she gulped oxygen, sweat dripping between her breasts. Each inhalation tugged the clamps, each exhalation made them sway. She almost made it to the door but He returned, smirking at the damp streaks under her tape-shiny arms. “Going somewhere?” He scooped her up and carried her over to the bed.
“Hold still,” he ordered, ripping her pantyhose at the gusset. Nylon split with a whisper, revealing neatly trimmed curls already glistening. He inhaled her scent, jaw tightening. “Decided you’re wet enough to skip foreplay? Not a chance.” From a duffel on the floor he withdrew a cordless wand, bulbous silicone head humming once thumb met power button. The device's buzz filled the room.
He pressed the vibrating dome straight against her slit.She clenched fists, nails scraping wood as she twisted, but the wand pursued, grinding over labia and swollen clit in slow arcs. Within seconds moisture seeped, coating the silicone.
Her hips chased the sensation before jerking away, a dance between need and overstimulation. She felt the climb cresting—but he withdrew the wand right before the edge, leaving her stranded, cunt fluttering around nothing. She screamed profanity into the tape, thrashing.
He knelt, pulling her knees over his shoulders. “Patience,” he murmured, parting her slick folds with both thumbs. The first lick was broad, tasting salt and musk, dragging upward to flick her clit. She jerked; clamps clinked. He speared deeper, curling his tongue to plunge inside her snug hole, lapping juices that gathered there. A second later he sealed his lips around her clit, sucking rhythmically.
She soared toward climax again—only to have him retreat, wiping chin with the back of his hand. Blue eyes glittered with hunger. He unzipped, shoving trousers and boxer briefs down. His cock sprang free, thick veins ridged along the shaft, crown flushed dark. He stroked once, twice, voice turning gravelly. “Now you’ll take every inch.”
That angle exposed her glistening entrance perfectly. The wand clicked back to life beside them, vibration rumbling against her ass cheek as he wedged its head beneath her, letting it buffet sensitive skin while he lined his cock up.
One thrust buried him to the root. She screamed—sound muffled, yet raw. He paused, letting her walls adjust, feeling the throb of her heartbeat around his shaft. When her channel relaxed a fraction he moved, pulling out until only the tip remained, then slamming back in.
An orgasm prowled, unavoidable now. She fought, refusing him the satisfaction of her surrender, but her body overrode pride. Walls spasmed, clenching him in rolling waves. She toppled, climax barreling through every nerve, vision blurring behind squeezed lids. He snarled, feeling her clamp down, and hammered faster, chasing his own release, balls drawing tight.At the last second he yanked out, flipped her onto stomach, taped arms twisted above back. One hand pushed her cheek to the mattress while the other guided his cock back inside from behind. The new angle scraped against her front wall, rekindling hypersensitive nerves.
Pressure built at the base of his spine. He drove deep, held, erupting with a guttural roar. Pulse after pulse flooded her, warmth spreading, excess already seeping around his shaft as he ground inside to prolong the high. When finally he stilled, chest heaving, the room smelled of sex, tape adhesive, and sweat-soaked cotton.
Without bothering to remove the remaining bindings he stood, tucking himself away. She lay half-hung over the bed's edge, taped wrists useless, cramps shooting through shoulders, lungs working in frantic draws. The wand sat silent now, its head shiny with her juices and his spent cum. He glanced once more at the scene—her disheveled hair framing tear-streaked cheeks, pussy swollen and leaking—then stepped out, door snicking shut.