Blonde Bound In Collar Dungeon Submission

Guy towers over her, hands clamping wrists overhead, collar locked snug on the blonde's throat — she's his to command in this dim brick dungeon. Skin slaps echo off cinderblock walls. Heavy breathing mixes with her gasps, tits heaving as he pulls straps across those full curves. She drops low, knees splayed on cold concrete, wrists cuffed behind — body arched, ass up, begging through muffled moans. Wet sounds rise with every shift, chains rattle softly, rhythm building to relentless pounding against the metal bars.