Bridgett Harrington, Sativa Rose and Benjamin

Ben thought he was the one driving this fuck. He’s cute like that. Sativa Rose grabs him, strips every stitch of clothes off his body, and turns him into her plaything in the barn. She canes his pale skin until thin red lines rise and his breath turns ragged. She binds his wrists overhead so his boots barely touch the floor, leaves him hanging—muscles stretched, sweat already shining. She mounts his face first, grinds down until he’s choking on her, then flips behind him and opens his ass with hard, steady thrusts while he swings. He takes it, groans for more, and finally shoots so hard the ropes of cum spatter the dirt floor beneath his dangling toes.