yes

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The air in the dimly lit room was thick with a desperate, restless energy. Taylor paced, a low ache building deep within her, a craving that demanded to be filled. She needed something… rougher.
TAYLOR: Oh god, I can’t stop thinking about it… I need a cock in my ass. Right now. I need to be held down and taken.
NARRATOR: Her plea was answered as a strong, silent man entered, his presence instantly commanding. He didn't speak, only produced a length of sleek, black rope from his pocket.
TAYLOR: Yes… please. Tie me up. Make it so I can't move. I want to feel completely helpless for you.
NARRATOR: His hands were deft and sure, binding her wrists securely behind her back, leaving her bent over and utterly exposed. He slicked his thick cock with lube, pressing the head against her tight, quivering hole.
TAYLOR: Fuck… yes, just like that… stretch my ass open… god, I’m so full…
NARRATOR: He gripped her hips, his thrusts deep and punishing, each one sending a shockwave through her bound body. Her moans were raw, unfiltered cries of pleasure.
TAYLOR: Don't stop! Fuck my ass harder! I’m gonna come…
NARRATOR: With a final, guttural groan, he emptied himself deep inside her, his own release triggering hers, her body shaking violently against the ropes that held her.