'You shouldn’t be watching.' Her voice cracks but she doesn’t stop kneeling there—black leather straps bite into wrists, thighs quivering with every step he takes. Dom’s grip in her hair forces her head down as his cock slides past lips already swollen from earlier commands. 'Good girl,' he growls when she gags, fingers tangled in that long blonde hair while she chokes on it through the banister rail. Stockings tear at the seams from how hard he’s fucking that pussy mid-staircase, legs spread wide for whoever might peek through the door.
