shy love, Hollie Stevens and Gallant Reflex

Hollie and Shy have him tied tight in the dungeon. Rope bites his wrists, his ankles. They already know what that thick cock can do when it’s kept hard and helpless. Hollie straddles it first, sinks down slow until every inch disappears inside her, then rides like she’s daring it to break. Shy plants her wet cunt right on his mouth and grinds until his tongue has no choice but to work. Between them they slap his chest, smack his balls, spit filthy words at him every time he slows down. The harder they use him, the harder he stays. Hollie’s ass cheeks slap against his thighs with every drop. Shy’s thighs squeeze his head while she rocks on his face. They keep him pinned, keep him desperate, keep promising that if he fails they’ll flip him over and stretch his own ass instead. Every slap, every command, every wet sound of cunt on cock pushes the edge closer. He strains against the ropes, muscles shaking, trying to keep up with two hungry women who have no plans to stop until they’re satisfied—or until they decide his hole is next.