Drill Baby Drill

Victoria White knocks at the governor’s mansion in a business suit that screams oil money. Isis Love answers, sharp eyes, sharper mood. She hears the pitch about campaign cash and offshore rigs. Before Victoria can seal the deal, Isis decides to drill on her own terms. She spins Victoria around, rips the skirt up, panties down. Two fingers sink knuckle-deep into Victoria’s tight hole, twisting, stretching. Victoria moans against the wall. Isis adds a third, then a fourth, pushing until the ring gives and her whole hand slides in wrist-deep. She fists slow and deliberate, feeling every squeeze. When the fist pulls free the hole stays open, shiny and pulsing. Isis slaps the cheeks hard, red prints blooming, then drops to her knees to tongue the raw gape. She spits, watches it slide inside, then stands and straps on a thick dildo attached to a fuck-saw. The machine bucks forward and pounds Victoria’s ass in ruthless, mechanical strokes while Isis works the speed knob. Victoria’s cries echo off marble. Her hole is swollen, wrecked, still gaping when the saw stops. Then the governor’s husband walks in, cock already out. Isis greases both of them up. They bend Victoria over the desk. One cock drives into her stretched ass, the other pushes into her cunt. They fuck her in sync, double penetration that leaves her shaking between them, holes used and overflowing. Isis keeps spanking, keeps stretching, keeps pushing deeper every time Victoria thinks she can’t take more.