Mark Davis, Harmony and Barbara Summer

Barbara Summers and Harmony sit on the bed, two blondes in tiny bikinis that barely cover anything. Mark Davis tells them to get rough with each other. They obey. One yanks the other’s hair, slaps her ass hard enough to sting, pushes her face down and grabs her tits. The other fights back, grinding a knee between spread legs, fingers digging into soft skin until both of them are breathing heavy and red-faced. Mark likes the show, but wants them bound. Rope comes out fast. He works their wrists behind their backs, binds their elbows tight, fastens their ankles to their thighs. The position forces their knees wide and their backs to arch. A ball gag is shoved between Barbara’s teeth and strapped tight; Harmony gets the same treatment, drool already starting to leak. He slaps their tits first, open palms leaving bright prints. Then the flogger lands, leather tails snapping across bare ass and the soft undersides of their breasts until both girls are shaking and marked. He frees their mouths only to push them forward onto his cock. Deep throat. No mercy. Barbara takes it first, gagging, throat clenching around every inch while Harmony waits inches away, forced to watch. When he switches, Harmony gets the same treatment until spit and tears streak both their faces. Then he moves behind them. One at a time he spreads their ass cheeks, lines up, and pushes in. Slow at first, then harder, fucking their tight holes while the other girl stays tied and forced to listen. The sounds are wet and loud. Every thrust rocks them forward against the ropes, tits swaying, drool falling from open mouths. Mark keeps going until he decides he’s done, leaving both blondes wrecked, dripping, and still bound.