The ropes bit into Lara Croft’s wrists, securing her to the cold metal support beam. Her famous athletic body strained, every muscle taut. All she wore was a flimsy black lace bra that barely contained her full tits and a matching G-string that disappeared between her thick, toned thighs. A steel ring gag was strapped tightly between her lips, forcing her mouth open wide, a line of drool already slicking her chin.

“Look at you,” a low voice growled. Rough hands grabbed her hips, pulling her G-string aside to expose her pussy. Her slit was already glistening, betraying her fear and arousal. A thumb rubbed her clit, making her jerk against the ropes. “Even the great tomb raider gets wet when she’s helpless.”

He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. “I’m gonna make you scream through that gag.” His fingers plunged into her cunt, curling deep. Lara’s back arched, a choked moan vibrating in her throat. He worked her pussy with slow, deliberate thrusts, feeling her walls clench around his digits. “So fucking tight. Bet you’ve never been filled like this.”

He dropped to his knees, his tongue lashing her swollen clit. Lara’s legs trembled as he ate her out, his mouth sucking and nibbling at her sensitive folds. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, mixing with her ragged breaths through the gag. He didn’t let up, driving her toward the edge until her whole body shook with a silent, wrenching orgasm.

Standing, he unzipped his pants, freeing his