Using Lobo

Sabrina slams Lobo down hard. She straps the ball gag in tight between his teeth, leather cutting into the corners of his mouth, and yanks the buckle snug at the back of his head. His wrists go behind him next, rope biting deep into skin, pulling his shoulders back until his chest opens wide. Her big tits sway as she straddles him, skin slick, breath short. She grabs his face, tilts it up, forces him to meet her eyes while she grinds down. Every roll of her hips is deliberate, slow at first, then mean. He tries to speak around the gag and she slaps him once, sharp. The rope creaks. Sweat drips between her breasts. She rides until his legs shake and the drool runs down his chin, never easing the pressure, never looking away.