Jenya

Jenya stared down the lens and said it plain: she liked rope, she came easy, and she figured water was fine. She had no clue what happened when all three hit at once. We slammed her against the Matrix Wall and forced the mix on her over and over. Cuffs yanked her wrists high, coils crushed her tits flat, the stream played across raw nipples until they swelled dark. Each orgasm tore through her, then the next slammed in before the first had even faded. She shook, begged, came again. By the last round her knees gave out. She could hardly stand, but her mouth was already asking for another go.