Jason Bays and Harmony

Harmony moves like she owns the place. Sweet smile, filthy mind. She starts by lashing Jason’s balls tight to his toes, each tug making him gasp. He’s sweating before she’s even started. Then she climbs on, taking him deep, hips rolling slow like she has all night to wear him out. Just when he thinks he can handle it she flips him, wrists and ankles spread, and drives straight into his ass. Every thrust lands hard. He strains against the rope, toes curling, and the barn echoes with the sound of skin on skin. She never lets up. Jason’s breath breaks, body twitching, and Harmony just keeps pounding like she’s got something to prove.