Choso slammed her against the wall, his hand gripping her throat just tight enough to make her pulse race under his fingers. "You're dripping already," he growled, voice low and rough. He shoved two fingers straight into her cunt, pumping hard without warning. She gasped, legs spreading wider as he finger-fucked her deep, his thumb grinding her clit with every thrust.
He dropped his pants and freed his thick cock, veins pulsing along the shaft. No teasing. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one brutal stroke. Her walls clenched around him as he started pounding, hips snapping forward, skin slapping loud and wet. "Take it," he muttered, one hand pinning her wrists above her head. "This pussy was made for my cock."
His blood manipulation kicked in fast. Thin crimson threads wrapped her thighs, pulling them apart and holding her open while he fucked harder. The bonds pulsed warm against her skin, tightening when she tried to squirm. Choso watched her face, eyes half-lidded, sweat beading on his forehead. He angled his hips and nailed her G-spot again and again, the wet squelch of her soaked cunt filling the room.
She came once, clenching and shaking, but he didn't slow down. He pulled out, flipped her around, and bent her over the table. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back as he slammed back inside. The blood threads slid lower now, one circling her clit and rubbing in tight, relentless circles synced to his thrusts. Another thread teased her asshole, pressing but not entering yet.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he rasped, pace turning savage. His balls slapped her with every drive.
He reached around and pinched her nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers while the blood kept working her clit. She came again, crying out, juices running down her thighs. Choso groaned, the sound raw, and pushed the blood thread inside her ass, fucking both holes at once with his cock and his power.
He kept going until her legs gave out, then lifted her onto the table and spread her wide again. He buried his face between her legs, tongue fucking her cunt while the blood threads held her open and teased her nipples. When he stood back up, his cock was slick and angry-red. He shoved back in and rutted like an animal, grunting with every thrust.
The final thread wrapped around the base of his own cock, squeezing just enough to drag it out. He fucked her through one more orgasm, then pulled the thread free and unloaded deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt while he kept pumping until he was empty.
Choso stayed buried for a long minute, breathing hard, blood threads slowly dissolving. He pulled out and watched his cum leak from her used hole, then dragged two fingers through it and pushed it back inside. "Not done yet," he said, voice still thick with need. He flipped her onto her stomach again and lined up for round two, already hard.
