Annie Cruz and stevo

Annie Cruz locks onto Steve-O like she’s starving. He’s already cuffed, ball-gagged, cock trapped in steel. She starts slow—rubs her bare ass across that cage until metal clicks against skin, then drops to her knees and breathes hot over the bars without ever giving tongue. One cane stroke lands, then another, raising welts in straight red lines. She clips zipper after zipper down his chest and rips them off fast; the scream rattles the gag. High heels come next. She lifts one stiletto and grinds the point into his bare foot until he dances in place.