Penny Flame, Nomad and Harmony

Nomad wakes up wrecked, head pounding, wrists locked to the bedframe. Two women stand over him—Penny Flame and Harmony, both seething, eyes sharp with payback. They don’t waste words. Slaps land across his face. A belt cracks over his chest. Every strike carries the anger of every girl who’s ever been grabbed without asking. They spread him, tie his ankles, keep him open. Harmony works his ass open with fingers and lube, then pushes inside while Penny straddles his chest, slapping his cock every time it twitches. He hardens fast, humiliated, unable to hide it. They switch. Penny takes his ass next, slower, deeper, making sure he feels every inch. Harmony grips his balls, twists, keeps the edge sharp. Sweat runs down Nomad’s chest; he strains against the ropes, breath ragged. When they finally let him come, they jerk him fast and rough into their palms, then shove their cum-covered fingers between his lips. He swallows every drop while they watch, smirking, still pulsing with the rush of payback served ice-cold.