Richelle Ryan and Gia Paloma

Richelle Ryan walks in wearing curiosity like a second skin. Gia Paloma meets her at the door, already sealed in black latex that clings and squeaks with every step. No warm-up, no words wasted. Gia slams Richelle over the bench, yanks her skirt up, and lights her ass with sharp, open-palm slaps that echo off concrete walls. Then she drops, spreads Richelle open, and eats her like she’s starving. Sparks fly next—electro clamps bite clit and nipples, each jolt making the big tits bounce. Richelle is shaking by the time Gia straps on and drives in, hips slamming, latex squealing. She keeps the new girl bound and helpless, thrusting deep, until Richelle’s cries crack and stretch into long, wet moans that prove she’s lost. When the orgasm finally rips through her she thrashes against the restraints, helpless and loud, and Gia doesn’t ease up until the last twitch fades.