Caught Red Handed

Victoria and Tommy aren't new to this game, but today the rules catch fire. She shuts him down cold when he tries to spark something, so he walks out. Next afternoon he cuts work early and hears the buzz of her stream before he even hits the door. There she is, legs spread for the camera, working a fat toy into her ass like it's owed to her. His ass. Their secret. He storms in and the chat goes wild. Viewers want blood. Tommy yanks the dildo, sinks it deeper, makes her take every inch while she spits curses through clenched teeth. The chat eats it up. He buries his face between her thighs, tongue working hard, then lines up and drives his cock straight into that tight hole. Victoria's anger flips into hunger. She shoves him down, drops to her knees, and swallows him whole, spit running down his balls. When she climbs on and sinks onto his dick reverse, the wand hits her clit and she starts riding like she's chasing payback. The ropes come out next. Tommy lashes her wrists to the headboard, ankles wide, and slams into her cunt first, hard and mean. She begs for the ass. He gives it, then crams his balls into her pussy while his cock stretches her rear. Every slap lands loud. The chat counts. He pulls out, feeds her his filthy cock, then makes her tongue his hole before she sucks him clean. Last position folds her in half, wrists to ankles, everything exposed. He mounts the ass again, grinds the wand on her swollen clit, pounds until words fail. Breath play, a quick flip to the side, and Tommy unloads deep before pulling out to stripe her stomach. "Don't keep me waiting again," he tells her, and she nods, still shaking.