Riley Shy and Sasha Grey

Sasha Grey wraps her fingers around the whip and cracks it against Riley Shy’s pale skin. Riley already looks wrecked, skin flushed and shoulders trembling, and Sasha keeps her on the floor, every crack of leather forcing Riley lower. Riley takes it without a flinch, legs parted, big ass pushed up like an invitation. Sasha locks a ball gag behind Riley’s teeth, watches the drool spill down her chin, then drives two fingers straight into Riley’s ass. The penetration is brutal. Riley rocks back, cunt dripping, and Sasha adds another finger, stretching her open. Every slap of Sasha’s palm lands hard on the red welts she just raised. Riley’s body answers with tight, athletic jerks, muscles twitching under the marks, ass cheeks quivering. Sasha yanks the gag strap, forces Riley’s head up, then slaps her again. Riley’s muffled moan vibrates through the gag and straight between Sasha’s legs. Sasha doesn’t waste time. She presses the thick head of a strap-on against Riley’s stretched hole and sinks in with one hard thrust, hips snapping, fucking that punished ass while Riley’s cuffed wrists jerk uselessly against the floor. Sweat and spit mix on Riley’s skin; Sasha leans in, bites the back of her neck, and rides her harder. Riley’s body goes rigid, every muscle locked in that perfect, athletic arch, taking every inch like the pain-slut she is. Sasha never lets up, each brutal thrust punctuated by another stinging smack on those marked cheeks, until Riley’s whole frame shakes and the only sounds left are leather cracking and Riley’s broken, gagged cries echoing in the room.