Jackie Moore and Chanta-Rose

Jackie Moore thought she knew every angle of this business, but letting a woman call the shots was fresh territory. Chanta-Rose keeps her close, tight blonde hair caught in hard knots of rope, wrists pulled high until her shoulders burn. The ball gag stretches Jackie’s jaw wide, muffling every noise she makes. Every slap of leather, every twist of nipple clamps keeps her on edge, muscles shaking. When Chanta finally steps behind her, straps cinched tight, the thick cock slides in slow and merciless. Jackie jerks against the ropes, breath snared behind rubber, until the rhythm picks up and fills her completely. Chanta rides her deep, hips snapping, every stroke dragging Jackie closer to the edge until they both break, shaking and soaked in the same raw release.