Wild Bill and Kym Wilde

Kym Wilde takes the lead. She works fast, strips him down, locks him in leather. Her eyes stay on him, hard and steady. Bill doesn't move unless she lets him. She bends him over the bench and spreads him open. When she slides in, it's thick, slow, relentless. Bill grunts, muscles tight, arms shaking in the straps. Kym keeps the rhythm sharp, hips snapping, one hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. Sweat drips. He strains, pulls at the cuffs, but she holds him right where she wants him. Every thrust lands deeper. Every time he tries to push back she shoves him down harder. She doesn't give him a break, doesn't soften the pace. She takes everything he gives her and keeps going until he breaks under her weight.