Silencio

Lika Star stands naked, wrists already cuffed above her head to a low beam. Maximo Garcia steps in close, runs two fingers across her lips, and presses a strip of black tape over her mouth. Her eyes widen, but the gag stays. He circles her once, then drops to his knees and spreads her thighs with his shoulders. She tries to moan, the sound trapped behind the tape, when his tongue finds her. He works slow at first, then faster, until her hips jerk against the cuffs. When he stands again, she is already dripping down her thighs. He frees his cock, grabs the back of her neck, and feeds it straight past the tape and into her open throat. She gags once, twice; he holds her there, eyes locked on hers, until spit trails from her chin. He pulls back, slams in again, sets a rhythm that makes her throat ripple around him. Every thrust presses her taped mouth flat to his groin. When he finally pulls out, strings of saliva snap between her lips and his shaft. He spins her around, bends her at the waist, and drives into her from behind while her taped mouth stays sealed. Her muffled cries grow louder with each hard slam until he yanks free, strokes twice, and paints thick ropes across her ass and the small of her back. She hangs in the cuffs, chest heaving, tape still tight over her lips, the room thick with the smell of sex and silence.