Hugh Hunter’s beard scrapes against Jessie Colter’s throat as he grips her hips, his fingers already probing deep while she arches into the ropes binding her wrists. The bald man’s knuckles turn white around her waist, his tongue swiping up her neck before his mouth seals over hers in a rough, openmouthed kiss. Close-up, you see the way his jaw clenches when he pulls back just enough to lick her collarbone, his breath hot against the sweat glistening on her skin. His other hand slides between her thighs, fingers curling inside her as she gasps into the kiss, her body trembling against the restraints.
