Tory Lane and Wild Bill

Tory Lane moves like a woman who owns the room, and right now that's the barn. Wild Bill failed to scrub the stalls, and she's making him pay in ways that leave marks. Her boot slams between his legs, crushing his balls in one clean kick. She bites down on his nipple, hard enough to make him yelp, then smothers his face with her tits so he can't catch his breath. Heavy steel weights tug on his sack while she drives a strap-on deep into his ass. Every thrust swings those weights like a pendulum. When she's finished with him, she attaches a suction machine to his cock and lets it drain whatever's left. He leaves empty, and she leaves satisfied.