Love Me Tender, Love Me Hard You Elvis Gimp!

Shay Hendrix steps into the room and stops short. There’s a big guy trussed to the chair, body all muscle, face hidden behind an Elvis mask. His cock stands out thick and hard. The door clicks again and another stud walks in, tall, black, built like a wall. He grabs Shay, pulls her in. Clothes hit the floor fast. She works the bound man’s shaft with her mouth while the second man takes her from behind, driving deep. She moans around the first cock, spit running down her chin. The black stud pulls her hair, thrusts harder, slaps her ass. They switch, now she’s straddling the masked man, riding him slow then pounding down. The other guy feeds his cock into her mouth, both holes filled, sweat shining on every body. The only sound is skin slapping skin, her ragged breath, and the low creak of the chair. She keeps going until both men tense, shudder, empty into her. She stays right there, flushed, used, and smiling behind the mask’s dead eyes.