BBW Euro Dyke Dominated

She was on her knees, red hair falling across freckled shoulders, mouth already open like she knew better than to speak. Her master had her by the hair, pulling until her back arched, tits heavy and full against her own stomach. He fed her his cock in one steady thrust and she took it without choking, throat working around him while spit ran down her chin. She moaned when he yanked her back, then pushed her down again, harder this time, like he owned the air in her lungs. Every time she tried to reach between her thighs he swatted her hand away. Her cunt clenched around nothing, dripping onto the hardwood. He used her mouth until it was slick and swollen, then told her to crawl onto the bed and spread. She obeyed instantly, thighs trembling as she exposed herself—wide hips, soft belly, her cunt flushed and ready. He slapped it once, then sank two fingers in deep, curling until her knees slipped. She came with a cry she tried to swallow and he laughed, told her she wasn’t done yet. He flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her ass with both hands and drove into her without warning, hips slapping loud against the generous flesh. She pushed back every time he thrust, greedy, begging under her breath. He held her down, fucked her like he meant to leave marks, made her come again with his hand tangled in her hair and his mouth against her ear telling her exactly what she was.