Annie Cruz and Dorian

Annie Cruz towers over him. “I’m going to show you what it’s like to really get fucked.” Dorian hangs suspended, feet off the ground, wrists locked above his head, every muscle straining against the ropes. She grabs his nipples, twists hard, then sinks her teeth in until he yelps. Her ass swings up, cheeks spread, and she drops onto his face, smothering him with the scent and heat of her cunt. Words cut sharp while he gasps for air. When she’s ready, she lines up the massive strap-on and drives it in. He jerks in the harness; there’s nowhere for him to go. She pounds without mercy, hips snapping, the thick shaft disappearing over and over. His cock bounces, helpless. She keeps talking, low and dirty. Finally she strokes him until he shoots, ropes of come splattering across his stomach. She climbs on top, straddles his chest, and lets go—multiple hot, wet squirts drenching his skin while she laughs and tells him exactly what a mess he is.