Don't Let Up: Lena Ramon

Chanta fills in at the last second with Lena and the sparks fly. She takes the woman where Matt never could, tongue buried between her legs and cock driving deep. Ball gag stretches Lena’s mouth wide. Rope bites her skin. Each slap lands with authority. The brunette bucks, fighting and begging inside her own silence. Pleasure builds, breaks, rebuilds. Chanta rides every peak, never easing off. Lena’s body jerks hard, breath gone, vision narrowing until the world fades. When it ends she lies limp, used, completely spent.