Jessie Rogers & Riley Evans: Stolen Goods

Jessie and Riley work a secret drug gig and figure they can skim a little stash on the side. Bad call. The head guard catches them cold, cuffs the pair, and drags them straight to Mark. He sees right through the lie, leans back, and smiles like he’s been waiting all night for this. He shoves a fat red ball between Riley’s lips and straps it tight. Jessie gets bent over the steel table, shorts ripped down to her ankles, ass bare and trembling. Mark’s cock—thick, heavy—slides into her first, slow on the push, then deep enough to make her breath catch. He pulls out slick and moves to Riley, forcing her to take it just as hard. Every thrust comes with a slap or the sting of leather. The girls twist in rope and cuffs, cheeks burning red, drool running from the gag. Mark keeps them right on the edge—punishment and pleasure grinding together until they stop fighting and start begging for the next hit.