CJ Seven and Annie Cruz

Annie Cruz keeps CJ7 strung up tight. His body dangles, wrists and ankles locked, every muscle pulled taut. She steps behind him, parts his cheeks, and drives straight in, fucking him without mercy until he’s gasping and shaking. When he’s half gone, she pulls him down just far enough to bury his face between her cheeks. He tongues her like a starving man while she grinds back, wet and relentless. Her need spikes. She jerks him around, takes what she wants—riding his cock, sucking him hard, then riding him again. Every thrust is hers. Every moan is hers. When she’s ready she clamps her fist around his shaft and strokes until he spills, hot and helpless, while her own climax floods out in sharp, dripping spurts that leave them both slick and shaking.