Venus May and Jack

Venus May keeps him locked down tight. Jack is on his knees, wrists strapped, cock and balls stretched in rope she’s tied cruel enough to make him sweat. Every order she gives, he obeys fast—mouth open, tongue out, body trembling. She watches the drip forming between her legs and smiles; the wetter she gets, the harder she pushes him. When she decides he’s earned it, she frees his mouth and lets him lick her feet, slow and grateful. Only then does she buckle the thick strap-on in place. Juice is already sliding down her thighs as she lines up behind him. One smooth thrust and she’s buried in his ass, grinding deep while more slick trails from her cunt down onto his skin. She fucks him like it’s the best part of her day—hips snapping, grip cruel, pleasure written across her face every time she sinks in again.