Dana DeArmond and Isis Love

Dana DeArmond is already on her back, wrists lashed to her ankles, legs spread so wide the muscles in her thighs quiver. Isis Love towers over her in nothing but a black harness, eyes locked on the slick mess between Dana's thighs. One quick smack to the clit makes Dana jerk, then Isis stuffs a fat ball gag between her teeth and buckles it tight. The first finger slides straight into Dana's ass, twisting, working her open. Isis spits on the puckered hole, then lines up the strap-on and sinks it deep. Dana's back arches hard against the ropes, a muffled moan leaking past the gag with every thrust. Isis rides her hard, hips snapping, sweat flicking off her tits, until Dana's first orgasm rips through her, thighs shaking, ass clenching around the strap. Isis doesn't let up. She pulls out, flips Dana onto her stomach, then re-ties her wrists behind her back. A second round begins with two fingers stretching Dana's ass again, then the strap driving back inside. Dana's second orgasm hits sharper, wetter, her body jerking so hard the wooden frame creaks. Isis keeps fucking her through it, free hand pinning Dana's head to the mat, whispering filthy praise every time Dana convulses again. By the third time Dana comes, she's drooling around the gag, eyes glassy, ass raw and red. Isis finally pulls out, slaps the soaked strap across Dana's ass, and leaves her twitching in the ropes.