Marisols Fuck Slave

Marisol Price towers over her like the end of a whip, tall and dark, with that thick cock swinging heavy between her thighs. Little Mura stares up, lips parted, already wet. One hand yanks the blonde’s head back, the other clips the collar into place. Mura gasps when the leather snaps tight. Marisol smiles without warmth. She drags her slave down by that collar, forces her mouth open, and pushes the fat head of her cock between trembling lips. Mura chokes, eyes tearing, but she swallows every inch. Marisol sets a brutal rhythm, using the girl’s throat like it belongs to her. When she’s done, she pulls out, strings of spit clinging, then spins Mura onto her back. Tits bounce. Marisol mounts her, drives in deep, pins both wrists above the girl’s head. The only sounds are the slap of skin and the desperate little noises leaking from Mura’s throat. Marisol leans in close, teeth at her ear, and fucks her until the pixie breaks.