The sexy weather reporter Lottie Lou is the star of the show. Dressed in a plunging tight red dress and sheer black tights, she takes us through the forecast, huge tits pushed up in the lace-up neckline, long blonde braid over one shoulder, smiling for the cameras like nothing could touch her.

The broadcast ends. She comes home, keys in hand, still in the outfit she wore on air. Slim waist, round ass filling the dress, long legs in tights and heels. She drops her keys and switches the kettle on the whole time she’s being watched. She moves to the sofa throwing herself down, inches away a masked intruder is waiting. Thick arms, broad chest, black tank. He waits for his moment. She moves back to the kitchen and he strikes grabbing her from behind, both arms held behind her back, a hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes go wide. The muffled scream fades against his palm as he drags the famous weather girl off her own set and into his.

She is dumped on the sofa, legs and arms bound in silver duct tape, a white ball gag strapped tight between her teeth. She stares up at him, tits straining the red dress, completely helpless. He leaves her to struggle as she drools and moans, her top bursts open her breasts now exposed. He returns and carries her over his shoulder back to the kitchen and sits her on a chair. The dress hanging down her big tits spill out, pink nipples hard, and he rips a hole in the tights. Her shaved pussy is right there. He works two fingers into her wet cunt while she whimpers around the gag, ankles and wrists taped, heels still on. He uses a vibrating wand bringing her to shaking drooling orgasms. He stands and drops his pants his cock hard. He leans in and tells her that if she uses her teeth, the gag is going straight back in.

He removes the ball gag and holds her jaw open. His thick cock ready, heavy and hard slides straight into her mouth. Cheeks bulge, lips stretch around the shaft, eyes wide as he fucks her throat, one hand on the back of her head, spit shining on his cock. She gags and takes it, the weather girl’s pretty mouth used like a hole. When he is done with that blowjob he cuts her legs free and tells her to move to the bedroom. He tapes her mouth shut with three strips of silver duct tape so all she can manage is mmmppphhh. He sits behind her on the bed and runs her pussy as he presses his cock against her back. He then puts her face down and takes her from behind. Hands on her ass, tights torn open, his cock slamming into her pussy while she is still gagged and bound. He drags her away again moving her back to the kitchen. He lays her across the marble island, legs frog taped, chest taped above and below her breasts and arms pulled above her head. He keeps fucking her. Close up on his cock driving into her cunt, her ass up, dress bunched at her waist. He pounds her until she’s creaming on his cock and then he shoots his load inside of her. Her body weak and quivering he spins her round on the kitchen island then hogtapes her (on screen) arched on the worktop, tits pressed to the marble, ass and pussy on show, unable to get off the counter. The reporter who was live on national TV a couple of hours ago is now a bound, tape-gagged ornament in her own kitchen, completely under his control.

If only the viewers could see her now.