Mob Rules

Tommy Pistol's first heist turned into something better once the bullets missed. Outside the cabin Avi Love squirms under his zapper while Lily Lane watches with her skirt hiked and tits spilling from her top. She shoves Avi's face between her legs until she gushes down her chin. They take turns stuffing Avi's throat, Lily's cream on her tongue, Tommy's cock sliding past her lips, back and forth until she is drunk on it. Inside, both women are gagged and bound. Avi kneels face-down, wrists cinched behind her, ass high. Lily lies spread-eagle, heels planted, thighs open. Tommy lays leather across both asses until the skin glows. He rams Lily first, pounding her cunt so hard her heavy tits slap together. Then he takes Avi, prying her open, driving deep while she whimpers around the gag. He surprises Lily again, cock buried to the hilt in her ass, then swaps between the two—pussy, ass, mouth—until spit strings hang from their chins and they squirt over the sheets. Vibrators hum against swollen clits. Toes curl around his shaft. Loads paint their faces while they trade kisses, tongues thick with come. Raw, fast, and loud, nothing held back.