Kendra James and Cowboy

She brought Kendra home like a prize. One glance from the club and Cowgirl knew exactly what Cowboy wanted tonight. Kendra strips slow under his stare while Cowgirl settles back, fingers already circling her clit. He starts with the cattle prod—short, sharp bursts that send Kendra’s body jerking and twitching. Every time she tries to crawl away he pulls her back by the hair and presses the prongs lower, crackling against her skin until she’s shaking. Cowgirl watches everything, legs spread, knuckles white on the chair arms. When the electricity finally drops Kendra to the floor, Cowboy steps behind her, grabs her hips, and works his cock into her ass in one long thrust. Kendra screams. Cowgirl comes hard just watching it. He keeps pounding Kendra’s ass, pulling her upright by her arms, shocking her again whenever she stops making noise. Cowgirl fingers herself in time with every slap of skin, breath ragged, eyes locked on Kendra’s stretched hole. The shocks never let up—Cowboy alternates the prod with his thrusts until Kendra is limp, drooling, and begging to come. When she finally breaks, Cowgirl is right there with her, both women shaking and gasping while Cowboy keeps driving into her ass like he owns every inch of it.