Billy Wild, Claire Adams and Babydoll

Babydoll's got a taste for both pleasure and pain. She wants Claire's strap on, but there's a price. She stands on ice. Her bare feet sink into the freezing buckets until they go numb, cold water pooling around her ankles. Every shift sends a sharp stab through her toes. She grits her teeth around the ball gag. Claire circles her, eyes hard, dick strapped on tight and swinging heavy. Billy waits, his own big dick already stiff, watching like a hungry animal. Claire grabs a fistful of Babydoll's hair, jerks her head back. The gag forces Babydoll's jaw open wider. A wet trail runs down her chin. Claire doesn't ease up. She lines up, pushes the thick strap inside in one hard thrust. Babydoll's back arches. Ice water sloshes over the rim of the buckets. The cold bites up her legs while the strap fills her deep. Claire works her rough, each slam shaking Babydoll forward. Billy moves in closer, stroking himself, close enough for Babydoll to see every vein, every twitch. She moans into the gag, eyes watering, feet burning numb, her whole body caught between the burn of the strap and the ice eating at her calves. Claire keeps pounding. No mercy. Just the slap of skin, the creak of leather, the drip of melted ice running down Babydoll's legs while she takes it all.