Women Rule The World

Chanel Preston and Ariel X push John Smith down and show him who calls the shots. Chanel’s mouth runs filthy as she pins him, then she drives her strap-on deep, working him open with quick, hard strokes. Ariel X uses her raw strength—hoisting him off the floor, biceps flexing, his legs dangling—while Chanel keeps pounding from underneath. His weight shifts with every thrust; each lift and drop knocks another grunt out of him. They trade him back and forth, teasing his cock, laughing at every twitch, every plea. Sweat slides down muscle and skin. The only rule here is theirs.